Ugh, don't put it like that. It makes it sound like they're doing something else.

[Let's take this out of small talk hell. Let's say at this precise moment a pigeon flew overhead and with a noise released some droppings strategically between the two gentlemen, with a chirp and a splat. Gaius jumped back a little. He's probably not the only one.

Because that's gross.]

Let's go somewhere else.

[The fortune seems eerily accurate.] You know where the food is?