*with a wan smile (but a smile all the same)* That's tomorrow's lunch sorted then. I hope the bakery managed to spell your name right this year. *thinks there's probably a joke in there about cataracts but isn't much in the mood*
*still, can't entirely let it go* Oh, I just wondered if you wanted to get a beer before you head to the home? I mean "home". *absently twirling his keyring around his finger* My treat, of course.