"Bad idea," he shakes his head. "Coming between me and my food. You might end up short a hand." The waiter jots all this down and hurries away. "Nice to know they actually have competent people here occasionally," Rodolphus comments, drinking beer and wiping his mouth on his sleeve. The waiter brings the basket of bread and sets it down in front of Sev. "Another one?" he asks Rodolphus, collecting the empty mugs. Rodolphus nods and the waiter fades away, as good waiters do. "You have a tape worm or something," Rodolphus asks. "Should I have my disemboweling spell ready?" That this might not be appropriate table talk never even occurs to him.
*doesn't blame you a bit* SO glad we're having steak for dinner. Must get some asparagus from the market. :D