 Well, because every time you come to my house for a party, I try to offer you something, and you don't drink. And then once every, like, ten parties, I will have a little white wine. And I pour the saddest glass of white wine. And I don't think you drink it, Dennis, to be quite honest. I will now. It's Moscato. It's not even wine. You're 100% right. It's grape juice with a white color. Back in a moment.