(says Patroclus as, eyes beaming, he surveys the room and grins goodnaturedly) Drinks for everyone on me.... just as soon as I can lug those amphora up from the docks where the noble ship Thersites is foundering, er, gently rocking. (redolent of salt and seaweed from his long long long long voyage to Delos - and clean out of cyber-ancient-space for that matter, Patroclus tries to strike a dignified pose, but ....... he's wriggling like a puppy, happy to be back among friends). Retsina for EVERYONE!!!!!!