Link grinned and turned up a brow, shrugging, "Alright, never joke about a keg. Got it, ground rules being established. All promises will be made on kegs from now on. I promise, on this keg's ability to provide copious amounts of alcohol, to never joke about a keg again..."
Blinking a bit at the pat to his cheek, and then nodded, "Good, plenty of those. Most people seem to be the burger sort so you likely have pick of the wiener litter. I should have gotten brats or sausages, damn it. Anyway, uh... yea... Zeld-- she said what? No.."
Link's hands came up as if to halt the conversation and shook his head quickly, "Oh, absolutely not. Nope. I will not be handled with kid's gloves. Break me all you want, all I have to do tomorrow is shop for instruments. I do not need to be completely on my game for that. As fun as it'll be, I will not let it sacrifice tonight's enjoyment... and if there's not risk of exploding limbs. Is it really 4th of July?"