“Goodness, more choices,” Palamedes quips, setting aside the wine list and picking up the menu. It’s full of words he doesn’t know, or ones he doesn’t quite understand in this context: artichoke tapenade, lavender honey drizzle, tomato jam. “The orzo salad looks nice,” he says, lighting upon something he thinks he can at least picture. “Hmm, or the crab stuffed mushrooms. What do you think?”