"Mortal god? That gluttonous lay about didn't invent a damn thing! I was experimenting with different types of fruit cake, I'd chucked the yeast and crushed fruit in the same bowl but then I got
The tale is commanding the attention of all the nearby guests
"Now these folk need fed and I start
"and one of 'em"
"I believe it was me" offers the snake
"She" amends Mrs S smoothly "dares the idiot to drink the juice of the rotten fruit and
"i really didn't think he was daft enough to do it" confesses the snake
"Anyway, his eyes go all big and he takes another ladle, then he just tips the whole damn bowl into his mouth! Oh he starts falling about"
The other guests laugh
"The next day he wakes up and does nothing but complain! I pull him up for whining and when he pulls himself together, we figure out what happened. and that's where whine juice came from!"