Merton heard Gideon arguing on the phone and grinned. "Things catch fire more easily when there's liquor in them," he informed them absently. Which was something he'd learned the hard way.
"It'd be expensive and people would run out screaming all the time because of the fire," Merton observed, plopping back onto the sofa next to Orsino. "Gid's ordering Italian. He yells when he orders." Which was probably half of why Merton liked to make him order. Gideon in a fuss over food was usually funny.