Isaac's sense of smell doesn't always grab onto things as well as he'd like. He blames a lot of it on his teenaged attention patterns, given that usually he gets a whiff and then kind of forgets to follow through on it. This smell is weird, though. It's familiar and it's completely not at the same time. By the time he follows it, he comes across a group of people being served food and drinks.

Maybe he's just been hungry the whole time?

Isaac tries to catch the waitress' eye, settling into one of the stools. "I haven't seen you here, before," he says, because he's wondering if he can convince her to serve him alcohol if she's new and she's never met him before. "Can I get a beer?"