Nobody seemed to be stopping them from sitting. There was a window bench seat so Basil claimed it as theirs.
None of the other patrons seemed overly phased by the gelatinous woman or the invisible man. Those who did look up looked away at a casual pace that didn't seem to suggest alarm or disgust.
Either these sorts of lower class establishments were getting used to seeing the unusual even in London, or it was so much lower class that no one gave much of a shit what the other people in the restaurant were up to, provided it wasn't anything shady. And being that the two were so fancily dressed they didn't particularly pass as up to no good. Bad guys dressed as fancy as they didn't hold up janky curry huts.
After a moment or two, a young woman who (much like the last one) was probably close in age to the two of them stepped out of the kitchen, bickering loudly with someone in the back. The word 'Maan' was in consistent use in the argument, but once she got outside of earshot of whoever was in the kitchen, she stopped, and instead turned to muttering under her breath until she made it to their table.
"Hello!"
She greeted, a fairly convincing but nonetheless customer service smile plastered on her face. If they were bothering her, they couldn't tell it. She didn't flinch a smidge at the pair of abnormals as she handed them their menus.
"Drinks today? We have mango and sweet Lassi, teas, Ribena and Tango. Or just water if you prefer..." She reached into her half apron and took out a writing pad, pushing up her glasses at the end of her face to help her see.