Well Sam, then, yer in the right place. Not just the Tavern, love, but in the hearts and souls of the Mudcat friends you've made.

An' next time ye have balls to clean up, dear man, see one of us! We'd use a far gentler potion than the meths! An' then none of the nasty stuff layin' around, see?

An' I can't find it in my heart to pass you my pitcher, but my smile and my lap and a draught of pure love, now, of these ye may drink most deep.

Keep Sugar Dog's recliner ready for her, now, there's a pal... I'm off to me bed where lies Heartiman the Fiddler.

~S~