Rory laughed and settled back into the couch a little more. "Anything to keep the world in balance, man," Rory said, amused. "And you may have been being hypothetical, but seriously, what's to stop you from reading the Rosetta Stone? Maybe we should look up some random untranslatable language on the internet sometime and let you have a crack at it, hmm?" He giggled lightly in response to Eisen's phrasing. "Pfft. 'Brain eatery.' That sounds like the name of a zombie cafe."
He held his hand palm up as if he were a waiter carrying a tray and slipped back into his awful British accent. "I say. Welcome to the Brain Eatery. Today we're serving cortexes lightly oiled with a hint of lemon zest." He grinned up at Eisen. "I think that comment just saved you, dude. As much as I love reading, I think I'd prefer to have your brain in your head so you can make those kinds of comments. ... For now, at least."
Rory looked unsure when Eisen told him about the problem with their dinner. He almost offered to come with him, but, looking over at his chair, decided that the offer would just slow Eisen down. Accepting the controller, Rory shook his head. "I highly doubt it, but thank you for the vote of confidence. And hey, be careful out there alright? No slipping and falling on the ice, got it?"