"Or dripping," he added, making a face. He flicked the side of his glass with a fingernail a few times, then rubbed at the condensation forming on the sides. Actually, it sort of felt like a dog's cold, wet nose, come to think of it.
Orsino sighed. This was getting a bit off track, in his mind. Not that he didn't enjoy just talking to Penny, but he at least wanted to get this other matter settled so it could stop bothering him at the back of his mind. It was a bit like trying to relax into a comfy chair, but then just as you're about to doze off, something jolts you out of sleep - misleading, and ultimately, annoying.
"Listen," he started, only to be interrupted by the waitress returning with a trayful of what was frankly the most glorious looking basket of battered cod and steaming chips he had ever laid eyes on. "Ah, good."