"Nah, Skwisgaar is like Skwisgaar no matters what age, just more or less wired up." He shrugged, "I knows what you means, though. Ja, I would likes some." He nodded thankfully when there were mini mallows in his mug, and he took a sip a moment later. "Dis is real good, Soren. Thanks." He smiled slightly and curled his fingers around the mug.
After a moment of silence, he smiled. "I can'ts believes dat my grandson guy and Skwisgaar's son loves each other. I kinda hopes dat's will always be like dats." He had decided to ignore the fact that his son and Soren didn't get along.