Eisen laughed at the thought of a zombie café and ducked his head, shaking it in amusement. Rory was the only one who would have seen the awesome joke in that, probably. And here came the sorry-excuse-for-an-accent. Yet again, Eisen was laughing and he turned his head to look at his best friend. “Someday, you and I are going to have accents for a day, just to mess with people.” He half-smiled and slipped into an Americanized French accent. “You can do your, ‘ow you say, British one and I’ll go Francais for a day,” he suggested as he pulled his shoes back on and reached for his coat.
Rory told him not to slip on the ice and he laughed a little bit. “I won’t, I promise. I’ll come back in one piece, though probably a bit snowier than I was before,” he pointed out, smirking as he fought with the inside button to his peacoat, then wrapped his scarf around his neck. “You can laugh at how I look like the abominable snowman or something,” he added. “I won’t be long. Promise.” That he was leaving Rory in his apartment without him there really spoke volumes for his trust in his best friend. He’d never actually done this before. Not with anyone.
The walk was significantly slower in the snow and slush. He stepped in a couple of puddles and almost fell a few times. At one point, because the plow had piled up so much snow on the side walk, he’d stepped down and almost been hit by a car. Shaking off the surprise, he continued inside and thanked the clerk, who was on her way out, for giving them the meal for free. And then, it was out the door to do it all over again on the way home. He was much more cautious this time in stepping down off the sidewalk to walk that twelve foot stretch down the road. Except yet again, he was almost hit by a car. Only me, he laughed softly as he continued on down the road, Rory is gonna get a kick out of this.