[Oh. Wow. That sure is Gaulish liquor, hello? Gnosis almost forgets himself for a moment, starting to utter "how much did this cost" before he remembers the Trader has a tendency to blindly rob any overcharging Leithanian store owners for their goods, and, hm.

...yeah, he's going to be chugging this later.]

You know, in ordinary circumstances, I doubt either of us would be able to afford this. [Or, rather, in Gnosis' case: He tends to be on the frugal side, it's kind of a horrible idea to spend research funding on fancy booze, so he wouldn't be buying this.] I suppose there are some small boons to being here.

[...]

Thank you, Mizuki. It means a lot to me that you'd get me anything at all.

[He's gonna clip the Friend onto his bag, you know, the one he always has on him.]