Seasoned

So I'm round at Paul's doing some work, and he says "do you fancy salad for lunch?"

And I find myself saying "hey, I like your salt & pepper pots."

Then I pause and think: "eh? I can remember when lunch used to be three pints of Guinness. What happened to us?"

When he moved the plate and asked if he'd "ruined my aesthetic" I'm fairly sure he was taking the piss. Fairly sure.