Ash, Bourbon's stylist's eyes go wide at something in the party.

Don't mind if I do.

Ash takes a nose dive into the plate of chop, coming up with at least a gram of the powder all over her mug. Robbie looks on, bewildered.

Okay, looks like it's time for better party favors. And yes, Vin, I do travel with a fully stocked kitchen everywhere I go. These were for Ghost Tank's retirement, but I wasn't invited to that party, so eat up. The surf and turf was my dinner. You're eating my dinner. Stop being belligerent, enjoy.

Robbie leaves the room, and quickly comes back with a tray of muffins.

These have a special ingredient. Psilocybes. THESE we just had sitting around, if you catch my drift.

The rest of the Bourbon Men besides Robbie and Blue furrow their brow without a clue as to what psilocybes are. Robbie and Blue giggle and each eat a muffin.

Bon appetit.