"A drink, maybe." As if on cue, someone heard her say it, and zipped over to ask her what she wanted, anything she wanted, she didn't have to worry about paying for it, the waiter will-- "Er. Virgin banana daquiri, thank you. And whatever Mr. Universe wants, if he wants it."

The idea of serving both of them resulted in a squeak of delight from the waiter, which elicited a glare from the agent. Calm down, yikes. Garnet didn't even bother to offer to buy him a drink.