"Oh, god," says Daniel, utterly horrified. "That'd be the worst. No, hang on - the only thing worse than giving me Irish coffee is not telling me it's Irish coffee, and the next thing you know I'm trying to summarize Gödel's ontological proof in Arabic." He takes off his glasses and deposits them on the table so he can scrub at his face with both hands. "Though I think it might have been an attempt at spoken Akkadian. I don't know. No one would tell me."