"Yes!" said Babylon excitedly, trading the box to Vindemiatrix in exchange for taking back the bottle of wine. After some struggling with the extremely low-tech corkscrew, he got the wine bottle open and set it down between them. "Okay," he said, going back into the bag for a pair of plastic cups. "So, like, don't tell the space police I let you drink underage and we'll be good to go."
Underage drinking was probably the least of their worries, to be completely honest.
"So, I don't work at the toy store anymore, but I've got a friend in the stockroom who lets me know when they get good stuff in," he explained excitedly, pouring the wine. "So, like, I thought you might dig this."
Oneironym
(It's a limited edition Thor figure.)
