I have some stashed away for special occasions like this. [With that, he stops in the doorway of the lounge room. It definitely isn't the beautiful, aesthetically pleasing room it once was. It's cluttered with empty bottles, empty food packets, magazines, cacti and clothing.

But the couch is clear, and the coffee table in front of it has a couple of full bottles of varying sizes and colours.]

Some of it is good, some of it is rubbish. Strong rubbish. [Thor nods, sagely. He sweeps up an open bottle and moves to the couch with it, patting the empty cushion next to him.]

It's been a long time since we talked. How are things with Taako? What's happening for you?