Midvalley raises his eyebrows. "Why thank you. Do come in, though the quarters be a bit cramped for you."
He can already hear the pirate lingo taking over his speech just a little, but it only amuses him. Grabbing two glasses, he pours a bit of rum into each.
"Two, for appearances' sake at least," he winks. "A toast?"
[OOC: Sorry for the slow reply; my father came over.]