"If kicking our guts could be his hobby, it would be," Will said, quite casually. They all knew what each other were like by now. "You don't mouth off at him like I do. It's an art."
It was easier to talk now that he didn't have pain radiating every time he moved a muscle. He did wonder if he had any sort of internal bleeding, but right now it wasn't going to be addressed if he did. He flexed his jaw, putting a hand to feel for weak spots. How good at chewing was he going to be? "Yeah sure, five courses, all the trimmings. Bring me a pinot noir please."