Percy nodded sagely. "Mum is a saint," he agreed, not thinking much of the denouncement of the bloke's own mother. He more than anyone knew how complicated familial feelings could get.
He looked at the bottle and squinted. "Well, I got here around 8. Don't know what time it is now." He poured the bottle and watched as the last of the firewhiskey filled his glass. He grinned. "And that's official one full bottle. I bet Fred would be proud."