I'm just saying. You'd never talk about how bad my tea was ever again. [Newt has the right idea. It's curdled yak milk. It's horrific and Hiccup can't keep it down even though Astrid insists on making it for every Snoggletog.

He laughs, leaning playfully into his space and flinging an arm around him.] I'll have you know, I'm the cleanest viking on Berk. [It's possibly for the best that Newt will never meet his family.]