Oh, no, not at all, it sounds like something my — [ faltering for a moment, he glances down to his apple, ] — my dad would eat.

[ Would have. The apple crunches loudly as he takes a large bite, swallowing it along with a rise of emotion he doesn't want to deal with.

Lightly, he offers, ] We have this new tradition, it's called yaknog and, Thor knows, you'd probably love it. We drink it at Snoggletog.