You flatter me, Ocelot. But you know it doesn't take two eyes to see that you are well on the way to that. [ He can only hope he's still around when the man hits 60 to see it. Knights don't tend to live as long as he has. But that's a morose thought on what's supposed to be a happy occasion. ]

You'll forgive me for not singing I hope. I don't want your ears to bleed. Though a few of these might change my mind. [ He'll lift his beer to drink, a contented sound coming from his throat as he does. It's still not his favorite, but it's as close as he can get here. ] You'll have to tell me what alcohol you like and next year, I'll be more prepared and make sure you get it.