Ah! You know me lovely cousin of some amount of detachments! He's a dear one, indeed. In which case, I now know to whom this box of pastels will be going to, as I had them in me present sack, which makes me much resembling a traveler Kris Kringle of the summer, like. And shirtlessness has never been a problem in me life, so it would be absurd, aye, but certainly nowhere near as unfortunate and silly as you'd imagine.
The name's Liam, dearling, and to whom do I owe this distinct pleasure?