[Pavi wishes he could ask the man to choose one bizarre nickname and stick to it, but he can't; he'd hardly be one to talk, himself. They're still all better than the catalogue of abuse his siblings use.]

Grazie. [He accepts the glass and raises it in a small, somewhat theatrical toast before taking a sip. It's not what he's used to, but it's good. It occurs to him that he has no idea what to say or how to say it and that hasn't been an issue since his adolescence.]