After the takeout Laurent had ordered arrived—because this was a thing he could do; he could order warm styrofoam containers of hamburgers cooked rare and covered in mushrooms and caramelized onions, thin French fries with some sort of truffle sauce, and he had to do something. After he had poured them both glasses of whiskey, Laurent said, “You could have died.”
This weird repetitive crap makes this much more confusing than it needs to be. Also these food details are so unnecessary (again, as someone who likes these things when they are well done, no burger pun intended).
