"Yes!" he declares, straightening up -- or straightening up as best he can when his legs seem to have gone a little wobbly. Just a little. "I will make that my next great adventure. Alcohol from every world and cake from every world."

A thought strikes him, and he suddenly frowns.

"Wait. There was..." Worlds. Ingress. Visiting different worlds. What was it? He spins his free hand, trying to recall. "Lan Zhan, we needed to ask Ingress about that -- "

Oh. Right.

"That thing, with -- ?"