Which is WHY we need to have our own, private one. C'mon, it'll be fun! We can build a bonfire and chant around it and play cards and drink tequlia - isn't that what they do at cons?

I think your soliloquy about grapes must be a Celia Warbeck song, "Someone's been stirring my cauldron, and he's stirred it up so fine, if he stirs that rod in my direction I'm gonna make him mine - Now, everybody, on the chorus....."