Delighted by the news Gannicus laughs brightly and slaps a tanned hand on bare wood of the picnic table top, sending a half-eaten sprinkle hot dog rolling away in the aftershock.

"At last! A man of my own desires, who knows how to celebrate death and victory!" He exclaimed loudly. There's an edge of happy relief in his voice; the knowledge that there was at least something alcoholic on the variety was desperately good. And what's more, Gannicus is completely shameless about making it very clear just how relieved he feels.

"I call this very fucking welcome news."