*has no idea what you're on about, but you sound like you're making sense to yourself?* *sagely* Probably, yeah. I don't want to know what you said 'cause it'd be a swat upside the head for sure, right? Right.
*gestures with her steak-laden fork* Don't worry about it, man. You guys're thick. Just get the freak-out done with and buy him a beer or a card or some shit. *ponders* Suppose they make a card for that? Like, with Snoopy on the front, and inside it says, "Heard you're into guys, that's cool, we're still gonna talk about tits in front of you." And you could write you're sorry or something inside. If you want.