[Bowser accepts the refill, then drinks from the glass.]

I guess that’d be proper, yeah.

[Bowser had never really cared what was proper. Kamek hadn’t exactly raised him to. Bowser enjoyed the power being king gave him, but he ignored the etiquette completely. His own soldiers just called him things like “Your grumpiness” or “your rudeness,” with no complaints from him. But as for everyone else...]

People just call me “Bowser.” Sometimes it’s “King Bowser,” but I don’t have anyone call me “Your Majesty.”