"Some of that cheap red he seems to like, Betan 'brandy', sugar, Komarran spices ... "

"Miles dear, *what* are you making?"

"Ah, mother! Well, it's not every day that an Imperial heir is born, and I thought that Gregor might like some punch to wet the baby's head; and this way, I can save the last bottle of whisky I got from Earth ten years ago, and share it with Ivan to celebrate being moved down the line of succession."