Jervis Tetch, seated in the tallest chair he could find, appears to be having quite the celebration. Perhaps he'd come here for Andrei's annual elementary school fundraiser, to make his contribution to such a worthy goal. And the children seem to be enjoying it--assuming that near-sobbing, quiet, terrified children can be said to enjoy anything.

The other patrons don't seem to mind at all, though. They quite like having Uncle Jervis take care of their kids. They're so grateful, in fact, that they seem all too happy to assist the restaurant staff with each and every need Jervis might have.

"Fry me! Fritter my wig! You two fetch more tea for young Jeffrey over there, he seems to have spilled his. And What-you-may-call-um? Can you keep an eye out for the March Hare? He always runs late for our little get-togethers. And oh, What-was-his-name, you're doing an excellent job. Keep it up! Remember, all guests over twelve today receive a free hat upon entry."