"Lasers are good," Alec says, lightly, "Maybe you can make their heads explode. Grapes in a microwave."

That's how you deal with zombies, going by jumbled impressions of digitized ghouls on the other end of imaginary weapons. He's pretty sure the guy isn't being entirely serious about the lasers, but the zombies don't sound that unbelievable.

"I'd rather deal with zombies than whatever is going on with the meat puppets." Alec turns to the waiter, who's cheerfully polishing a milkshake glass. "Hey, dipshit. You know anything about the brain-hungry undead?"

"You tried our pancakes yet? They're just the fluffiest things. I could eat 'em all day," the waiter answers, brightly. Alec pulls a face and tsks, shaking his head.

"See? Now that's disturbing."