"It is true!" Rory affirmed. "We have lots and lots of cake. I feel a bit like Marie Antoinette must've." He smiled crookedly at Aren. The reference was, of course, completely false, historically speaking, but that was part of the joke. Whether or not Marie Antoinette had really said (or really meant) that famous expression didn't matter to Rory. At least, not today. "Although that's probably a bad thing, considering what happened to her."
By all accounts, Rory would've almost rather been beheaded than suffered the suspense of waiting for Nick (and possibly Alfie) to come and kill them. But he didn't say that out loud. He was sure that Eisen (and probably Aren, too) could see through his facade of cheerfulness, but in Rory's mind, that was no reason not to continue to maintain it. Rory had found that sometimes, by acting happy in the face of a bad situation, he could occasionally trick himself into actually being happy, at least for a little while.
"I vote peppermint," Rory said to Eisen. "That should be soothing. What do you think, Aren? And by the way, you're not imposing. It's a relief to have contact from someone who neither hates us nor is actively trying to kill us."