"Sounds like a plan," Oliver agreed. "Let's send for food first through? I'm pretty much digesting my own stomach here." He picked up the abandoned menu and passed it over to J-S to pick what he wanted, at the same time pulling his phone from the back pocket. A message flashed up on the screen, but he cancelled it to read later and instead dialled the number ready to make the call.
"Let me know what you want," he said. "And then I can order while you set up the DVD? They're all in those stacks behind the telly." Oliver gestured to the small collection of films that were piled in the corner.