"Something." How dreadfully cryptic of you.

[The bartender doesn't respond to her obvious request for alcohol, but Craftly raises a tendril at the faceless man.]

I hardly condone underage drinking... But I do suppose this is a special occasion, is it not? For today, an exception will be made. And only this once. It would hardly be appropriate for you to lose your mind in the next hours.

[And with that, the bartender turns and pulls out




a wine cooler.

Enjoy(?), Omega!]