Here's to politeness

Last night, after Overworked Spouse and I clinked our glasses together to celebrate a special occasion, Wild Thing took note. "Again!" he cried.

We obliged. He is, after all, in charge.

"Again!"

OS replied thusly: "If you want us to do it again, you should propose a toast. That means you say something nice."

Wild Thing thought for a moment.

"Please?"

We decided that was as good a toast as any.