The family name. [If Prior had a glass in his hand he'd clink it.] How gnarled those old roots do grow. And I had in fact been eyeing up a fruity little number, now that you ask.

[He looks away only to smile a waiter into turning their way and taking an order. He'll share the bottle, if that's offered, but there's no harm in having something pretty and sweet on the table, too.]

So, tell me everything Byerly should have warned me about.