"I am the roadrunner, what can I say?" Graham joked, before letting the text-train of thought run on down the rails without him. He smiled right back, then slid the menu across the table. "I held off on ordering your drink because I didn't want the ice to melt."
But that could be fixed now. Graham leaned back in his chair, just enough to see around the people at the next table, and made eye contact with the waitress. Then he settled forward.
"I'm sorry you've joined me in the land of crazy dreams. I don't have a dictionary, I'm afraid, not that I think it would be of any help. I... might have already tried to Google mine."