Hawks doesn't have a problem sitting inside when he has to, but he does prefer to be outside as much as possible, not the least bit surprising probably. With smooth movements he takes the chair flips it around so the back is facing the table and sits down. He could sit the other way and be uncomfortable, or he could just relax.

He drapes his arms over the back of the chair and looks at the menu from where he is.

"Ooooh, chicken soup. That would work."