"Enough of birds? You sound ill, mate. Should I be getting you off to hospital?" Roger teased Michael, hitting him lightly on the shoulder. He caught the eye of the nearest waitress and raised his hand, two fingers up facing away from him, noting he wanted two of...whatever it was she was about to bring him.
Right then," he said, settling back and eyeing Michael. "First round's on me. You've got to try their house brew. I've no idea what it is but it's damn good and it'll do the job for you straightaway. Now, tell me why you've had enough of birds lately. Doesn't much sound like you."