Graeme Souness and Kenny Dalglish sit in silence for a split-second.
One is incredulous, frowning in familiar fashion.
The other wears a smirk as broad as the stand they rechristened in his honour.
“Can you remember,” asks Souness carefully. “Where you were when…”
Dalglish: “Yep.”
Silence.
“I’ve not asked the question yet,” scowls Souness.
“Yeah, but I know what you’re going to say,” shrugs Kenny.
“Can you remember where you were… when Liverpool won the European Cup in 1977?”
“Yep,” fires back Dalglish, rocking smugly in his seat, eyes widening with mischief.