"I tried for a while and then it did a thing and I don't know how to fix it." It was likely an easy fix, but Iolaus wasn't the most patient of men. Hercules of all people knew how easily annoyed he could become. He sighed a little and stretched his arms as they walked. "Been in that forge too long my friend." He was sore from shaping metals. It wasn't an easy thing to do. Especially since he wasn't very lose anymore, there weren't as many monsters lurking about to keep his bood flowing. Iolaus needed the release. Without it he was antsy.
"I guess swords were more of my thing then yours anyway, but still. Impractical." He made a face and folded his arms as they looked on at the restaurant. "Yeah yeah." He waved off his friends comment and grinned playfully. "You know, Ares has been kinda quiet." They both knew what it meant when that happened, and he gave his friend a knowing look.
Then he was being nudged toward the place and laughed as he went inside and squinted at the menu. "It doesn't look horrible, or smell as bad as Falafel's did." He teased. "Maybe we'll actually get to eat something without our stomach's exploding."