"No." Shrieky corrects tersely, reaching across to push Alan's drink back towards Alan, "It is your birthday, and your name to which the song we will sing has been assigned, and so it is you who must sing it with me!"

He pauses, and glances to Ki, "No offense."

He shall sing with her later. An apology song. The song of being Shrieky's second favorite at this particular table.

Then he's sliding the glass right into Alan's hand, as if putting it there will mean that Alan is legally obligated to actually drink it.