Cheers, Makedonios, and cheers Efstathios

Savvas drinks. After a few moments, he stares at the empty goblet of wine.

"Hmmm," he says softly to himself, "that's my third I suppose. Oh, what the heck."

Savvas fills his goblet again and sips from the wine.

Accountants, Makedonios? You mean those guys who tell you that you can become richer by spending more money? Preferably on them?

Savvas laughs and empties his goblet.

Excuse me for this interruption, gentlemen. Please continue the debate.

Savvas takes the glass of water from his scribe.