"Don't worry. I've got your alcohol covered. But if anyone asks, it's not from me, alright?" He stepped in, kicking off his shoes before setting the packages down on the table. A decent (but cheap) wine, a few beers, and - most importantly to Poe - a bottle of whiskey were among the packages. He took them out one by one, and then took out the only wrapped one - the gloves - and held them out for Brendan.

It was a clean wrap job, if not particularly pretty. It looked sort of like military folded sheets, but the paper was red and sparkly and probably left over from Christmas.

"Here. It's not much, but Happy Birthday."