"Hey," says Gaeta, and while he's not the kind of guy whose whole face lights up when he's happy, it definitely brightens as soon as he spots the ambrosia bottle. "Yeah, gods, I killed it months ago -- thank you. It's such a pain in the ass to find citrus to trade. This is great."

Pleased, he tugs the bottle closer. His smile goes more impish.

"Even better than toothpaste."