No, no, I insist - [One corner of his mouth quirks up - it's worth waiting at this point just to poke fun at Enoch a little - but then Rhsy steps in with a twirl, which is frankly startling, and Beckett stares at the pancake halves with reluctant amazement.]

Well, jolly me. The wisdom of Solomon. Which none of you know about for equally bizarre reasons... [Just shut up and stick it in your mouth nerdpire.]