*has a half-bite of bread wedged in his cheek, where it's been since the current conversation topic came up (he doesn't dare try swallowing until he's sure he won't choke to death)*
*snorts quietly with laughter, shaking his head emphatically* No, no—if Gil-galad's birthday didn't involve gross poultry violation, it's no contest. *makes an exaggerated face* I had to cover Arwen's eyes! And Elliott's!