A Viking funeral would help with the smell, yes, [ Rupert agrees with a sympathetic nod. Not that Damian smells (or not that Rupert can tell at least) but the joke amuses him too much to resist. He pats Damian's shoulder once, then pointedly wipes his palm on his thigh. Your suit really is quite dirty, friend. ]

But you seem to have survived in one piece, even if the three piece did not! A mathematical nightmare, that, but something worth celebrating, I say. [ He raises his glass - a red plastic cup - and gestures to the nearby impromptu bar. ] What do you fancy? They aren't letting us imPorts pay for a drop, it's quite sweet of them...

[ In a theatrical stage whisper: ]

Make the most of it while the sentiment lasts...