[ Suit yourself, Lucy. Sougo goes over to the table before he can be stopped and grabs the nearest butter knife, driving it down into the wood between the couple. ]

Oi. Who told you guys you could sit here?

[ The pair exchanges glances and then point to Lucy. Sougo follows the point before turning back to them and becoming a bit more threatening. ]

Leave.

[ And so they do. Throwing their money at him and abandoning their half-eaten meals. Sougo snaps his fingers for Lucy. ]

Clean this up, M. There's a knife stuck in the table too. Tch, what bad manners these people had...