"Sounds reasonable-" Orion started, quickly jabbing in his final selections in on the menu; adding a small oil cake and flavored cube. Then Orion jerked his optics back toward the table and huffed a vent several degrees hotter than before, embarrassed to have been caught looking.

"R-right." He coughed awkwardly, slowly shunting his embarrassment aside to properly mull over what Megatron actually told him.

"Just...ordering their food for them? That doesn't sound like it really needs a special venue at all. So long as the, er, person involved knows their partner's tastes..." He trailed off, uncertain. That seemed far too easy for all the fuss involved.