[ Finishing his meal, he slides off his stool and goes for seconds since he was already offered. Alas, no immortality-granting apples will be made today! ]

It sounds fun until you get halfway into the night and everyone starts to think they're in Valhalla, challenging each other to drunken duels. I sing sometimes, if mother wishes it, but there's really no point after a certain hour.

[ He mirrors Chris by bumping up at his side, eating off his plate where he stands. ]

Chris, this is so good. You're twenty-percent even more attractive now.