[Barnaby's watching in slight concern as Amos struggles with the glass of water, worried he might just miss his mouth altogether and tip the glass down himself, but he seems to manage. It's at that time the barman returns, with two steaming bowls of stew.]

Thank you. [He says, smiling to the barman, before turning his attention back to Amos.] No, but I'd be lying if I said I never imagined what it must be like when I was young. I never thought I'd be able to speak with someone who experienced it for themselves.