[Cipher7071]

Hmmm... The atmosphere seems civil enough for the moment. At least as much so as one could ever expect.

Cipher solidifies, and takes a good drink of his ale. Hmpphhh. Even our British friends would say this ale has become overly warm. Must have been from Black Knight's rockets.
(walking to the refrigerator) And yes, they might also object to what I am about to do... (grasps the handle to the freezer) But, I see no help for it other than to add an ice cube.

Cipher pops open the freezer door where the mug full of somewhat crystalized Puke is now leaning. SMASH!! The Puke mug falls to the floor, but not without first depositing some portion of its contents into Cipher's mug.

Absolutely disgusting. Shimmmmeerrrr... faaade. Smash goes the second mug, leaving a pukey snowball amid a pile of broken glass in a puddle of ale on the floor.