He would have no knowledge of water that would erase someone's memory and the very idea of it would be concerning.
Kai glanced at their number - 11 - then at the counter, then back to the number, briefly, before looking at Markus again.
“I am glad to know who I am. No knowing was... disconcerting.”
The woman who had taken their order approached with a tray. There were two cups on saucers, two small tea pots and a bowl containing sugar packages and little containers of milk.
“Here you go,” she said, placing the items on the table. “Sandwiches will just be another minute.” She tucked the tray under one arm and hurried away.