Easter! [ klaus says excitedly, pointing a finger in simon's direction and kicking his feet lightly beneath him from his perch. ] Right, that's what it's called! Thanks for that, I was going crazy trying to remember.

[ apparently having already grown bored of the tree, klaus drops straight down without warning and lands in a crouch in front of simon. he makes a wide sweep with one hand to snatch up the vodka bottle and uses the other one to push himself back up on his feet, makes a cheering gesture with it in simon's direction and drains the last of the bottle in one long pull. ]

No, no, I'm not talking about Easter here. I mean suburbia, obviously. Or life in general, pick your favorite if you like, I'm not picky.