[IT'S SUPER EFFECTIVE. If Cain looks closely (which he almost certainly won't want to), he might see the beginnings of a few tears shimmering in WV's eyes.]
Why, Ciaphas Cain, I could not have spoken better myself. You are a credit to your species. I do not know whether or not I have lived a hundred years, as I have never had a reliable way of measuring time in the manner of your kind, but I trust that when I reach your age, I shall be as wise and eloquent as you.
[he devours a salad pocket and a couple other unidentifiable fried things with newfound passion, then turns and heads towards the sangria stand]