[Oh good, at least the small starfish are saved. ...He thinks. He hopes. Starfish usually only survive in salt water, but these are magical dream starfish which rained down from the sky, so none of those facts from back home are a guarantee here. He'll have to check in on them later.

Not now, though. Now, he laughs under his breath and takes hold of one of the wine glasses. It's raised for a toast.]

Then... To most treasured partnerships, to daughters of the romantic mastermind sort and to a pleasant evening of unwine-ding.