"No, no," he said, waving a hand in reference to the cellar comment. "It's one of those meme things. Salt, as in - never mind. I'm probably way too old to be using it anyway, if I picked it up listening to the receptionist."

He gives an amused little snort and rolls his eyes. "Spiky, that I can see. But if you're saying I'm stuck with you, now... that means you're staying for dinner while you rest that ankle."