"We need to get you a Nokia. It's an old phone that's pretty much indestructible and it's not a smart phone. Er- you know. Just lets you text and make calls and that's pretty much it." Quickly adding the last bit since Draco seemed to still be drinking some of his parent's hippie juice.

The waiter came over and looked between them. "Good evening. What can I get you tonight?"

Jake blinked, then looked down at his menu and laughed. "Could you give us a few minutes? I kind of forgot to even look."