Rory laughed lightly. "Lasagna o' clock. I like it. And yes. It would be, unless you're lactose intolerant or something equally tragic." Rory took a bite of his food and listening attentively as Eisen told him what had gone on at New Years.
Yep. Talking and a lot of kissing. That sounded about right. Honestly, Rory hadn't expected them to go any father, at least not so soon. As much as they were attracted to each other (and Rory just knew that they were), Rory also knew that they both had their reasons to be cautious, so he figured they would play it safe for a while. "Well good for you, E. I'm sure that visit was long overdue. I bet you both enjoyed yourselves."
"I myself spent a lovely evening at home, sipping tea and discussing archetypal psychological theory with my mother and listening to my brother and Gloriana Bennett being adorable in the next room." He didn't mention the fact that, if he wasn't such an idiot, he, too, might have had someone to kiss when the clock struck twelve.