Dysfunctional Wednesday!

The 17 year old is getting ready for prom. It's his Junior Prom, but the GF's Senior Prom. I told him that its customary to go out to dinner first...at least that's how we used to do it. The boy has never gone to a sit down restaurant alone, nor has he ever paid. That's what parents are for. So last night the questions began.
 

Michael: How does a restaurant work?
Me: You mean like if you run it as a business?
Michael: No, when you go eat at one. Does it cost money to just sit down at the table?
Me: Nooooo....you pay for whatever you order and the tip.
Michael: So like $30?
Me: I'm thinking more.
Michael: Well, how much do pancakes cost?
Me: Please don't tell me your taking poor Brandy to Ihop for prom?!
Michael Noooooo! How about Olive Garden?
Me: You're getting warmer.