"I'll do that," Loras promised, making a mental note to put a post up some time during the week. He tried his hand at gathering some rice up with his chopsticks. He managed to get a small ball of it and put that in his mouth before it could drop back onto the plate.
After swallowing, he let out an audible wince and instinctively started rubbing the small of his back. "That's why we looked forty wen we were twenty," he replied, "those beds were murder. We'd probably be better off screwing on the floor."