The Yanterflum pulled out one of his finest, a wedge of Rogue River Blue Cheese - Special reserve naturally - and gave a small sliver of it to his guest upon a basil infused toast point; A delectable combination to be sure.

Upon biting in to it, the guest shook his head and pursed his lips, "This tastes nothing at all like Rogue Blue...", he then put what was left of it on the table in front of him,".. more like a Roquefort and certainly NOT special reserve.. perhaps aged 3 months" he then flared his nostrils and sniffed a sniff that the Yanterflum knew all too well.

His ears peeled back and his lower lip pushed its way up to his snout, "3 MONTHS! You imbecile!" He boomed, "This was cave aged for 16 Months! I wager you couldn't tell the difference between cheddar and Limburger you philistine!"

To which the guest retorted quite cooly, "Nope, Roquefort, 3 months."

Needless to say the Yanterflum jumped to his feet, flourishing his Paludamentum. His fists came hard on to the table the force causing his guest to double-over. "Then I demand a duel of the wits!".