The waiter came back with two big, rectangular troughs of "salad", each extending out his arm and leaning against his chest. He walked over to the table, both cows watching him eagerly. He crouched down and sets one afloor, while he brought the other back up to the table with both hands. He pushed Jamie's bowl down the table with the trough, and Jamie snapped his obviously-bovine head down into it, his neck now big and furry. The waiter brought up Carla's salad, and with a similar push, pushed the salad bowl aside and brought the trough in front of the cow. Carla, looking just as bovine as Jamie with her cow face coming in, snapped her head down into the salad.
The waiter left them quietly, and walked over to the manager.
The manager smiled, "Everything's look perfect. Their urges are flaring, their clothes are growing with them... It's working..."
The waiter asked, "Anything I should do now?"
The manager shook his head, "Let 'em finish up that grass there. Then, we'll see what they're up for."