Richard's venerable grandfather had a habit of getting others to open up, probably by opening up himself, and thus Richard found himself admitting that he didn't altogether respect his own company the way he perhaps should. But luckily Meserimus did not take issue to his unseemly bout of modesty.

It was a little funny to think of his grandfather off gallivanting with other young people. Merlin, it was funny to think of him as a young person at all. Richard couldn't imagine him without his trademark long white beard. Richard smiled faintly at the recounting of his adventures, though he could not relate to them.

Pale eyebrows rose in surprise at mention of this being a birthday gift. "You're very kind, Grandfather", he said with a grateful incline of his head. "Of course I will gladly follow your advice. Though if you don't mind my asking... what is beer regret? Regretting haven taken too much beer?"