"She is. She runs a little restaurant outside the city. Best authentic Mexican food in New York. Which works because it satisfies her need to feed everyone around her."

He smiled fondly and then leaned over to Dal. He'd suspected he wasn't from around here no matter how good he was at speaking English. So he wasn't surprised that he might be struggling to read it. Especially for something that wasn't simple like a diner menu.

Gabriel then started pointing to things to read off what was on the menu and what was in the things that might be more strangely named. Just to give Dal a reference point for what he was looking at.