"I don't think yelling will be a problem," Lucas, no - Logan says, considering (not even pretending) the items on the table. There's small wedges of lettuce piled high with an assortment of stuff. The waiter had called it a hand salad, which seemed like the sort of thing that would be a double entendre - I gave him the Hand Salad, if you know what I mean - and...oh my God Lucas, what the hell. Get back on track. You're completely distracted by lettuce.

He clears his throat. "I've earned their trust. The eagles won't suspect a thing." They're having way too much fun with this. "I'll take one, you take the other? We can corral them."