"I /believe/ if I've got your era correct," Siebenkas began, "You would call it a 'weapon of mass destruction'. Never had the displeasure myself, but I do have children who don't look before they get into things."

A bit of a soft sigh after, he gave one of his pockets a shake. Frowned. And tried the other instead.

"Perhaps you'd care to join me for a stroll?" he asked, jiggling the flask he'd come up with. "It's cognac."




(OOC: I can fix that! *notes ensue*)