While Robbie places all his attention upon Jaclyn, admittedly with his beak open for food and  drink, I listen to Stefffy.<br/><br/>I frown in puzzlement as she seems to be speaking in that special language used by people who don't visit pubs but like to give the impression that they do.<br/>Uh, daresay and wassailing.  They sound like the kind of things Peter Warcaof would say with his rugby friends, along with quaffing which, I think, means spilling a beer while you drink it, rather like the coquito which has ended up on Steffy's nose.<br/><br/>"Would you like to buy Courtney a  beer, Steffy? Or a coquito?" I ask in some confusion.