The maître d looks over Hannah and you with a look of disdain. "I am sorry, without a reservation, I do not believe I can help you. Also, our restaurant has a very strict dress code, if you may, please call ahead next time and dress for the occasion."
Hannah's wicked grin only widened as the maître d spoke, you could almost see the flames in her eyes as her finger caressed the key fob. "What is your policy on rodents?"
The maître d blinked. "I'm sorry, miss?"
"You heard me."
"If this is some matter of joke or prank show, I will not be answering. Please leave, or I will have you removed from the prem-"
Hannah pressed the button on the keys, the maître d was obscured by light. Then the light cleared, there was a small gray mouse where the man had been standing a moment before. It seemed to be wearing a tiny tie similar to what the maître d had been wearing a moment before. The mouse gave squeak, then looked up at Hannah and you, then gave a louder squeak.
Another man dressed in a suit, seemed to notice you and Hannah standing at the front and walked over, he seemed to have a manager aura around him. "M'am and sir, have you bee-OH! A RAT!" He jumped back from where the maître d mouse still sat, in the process of rubbing his whiskers in shock. The yell caused the mouse to run for cover, around a corner and out of sight.
The manager recovered himself, looking to where the mouse had disappeared, then turning to you. "Oh. I'm so sorry. I've never, that's-"
Hannah just smiled. "Oh. No problem. We forgot to make a reservation and there was no one here to greet us but that rodent. I'm sure we can forget this little...inconvenience if you'll show us to your very best table." You noted he still caressed the button in her hand, as if relishing another chance to use the keys.
The manager seemed to be sizing you both up, then made a calculated call. "Oh. M'am, that would be so kind of you. Please, come this way." He leads you to the best table in the restaurant. "A waiter will be with you shortly. Again, I'm so sorry for..." He lowers his voice. "I'll be calling an exterminator immediately."
"Why thank you, sir. But that won't be necessary." Hannah says, before pressing a key button again, there's a brief flash of light, then the manager is gone, replaced by another mouse, also wearing a little tie. A few other patrons seem to notice the flash, but besides looking around a moment, none seem to notice the change. The manager mouse seems to panic and make a dash across the restaurant and out of sight. Hannah turns to you, picking up the menu. "Well, what are you thinking of ordering?"