Okay, that is pretty good. Irahl is disappointed that he hadn't thought to make the comparison himself, honestly. So, Vincent gets his wish and manages to break Irahl's stoicism into a relenting chuckle. He wins this round fair and square.

"Fine. You can have potatoes," he concedes. Vincent can be the potato expert all he wants. He has earned it, apparently.

Meanwhile, Irahl finally notices that his glass of ice has melted considerably, so reaches over to take a drink and then begin carefully maneuvering some of the half-melted cubes into his glass of alcohol... which of course is meant to be served neat, but he has no reservations about blasphemously shoveling ice into it anyway.