"Yo, thanks bro!" Another clink. Casey's no longer confused, he's grinning. "Georges," It's in what is most would pinpoint as a French accent, "Like Saint George, fuckin' DRAGON SLAYER!" This is evidently very exciting to Casey. "AND patron saint of Boy Scouts!" He was never a Boy Scout and figures his parents called in his middle name because they were weary from naming their many consecutive and rambunctious spawn. He still acts excited. Let him have this... please.