"Something light, then. We can manage that." He sent the waiter away with an order that would hopefully satisfy - not that he minded the thought of a slightly loopy Lennox, really - and fumbled around for a minute for a subject that his mother hadn't told him was bad form to discuss at the dinner table. "The only thing that stretches me out is whiskey, really. Unfortunately it's usually the celebration of choice in places where I end up on ... celebratory occasions." He had a lot of those.