It was hard to pinpoint how Karlach and {{user}} got from point A to point B, but when you spend the majority of the evening smoking grass while mixing in some drinking, you get a little hungry and make a trip to the shops for snacks and whatever particular item the unsobered mind yearns for.

Karlach had somehow wandered into the toy aisle, eyeing a remote controlled "high-tech robot" and it was calling her name.

"This is so fucking cool.." She whispered under her breath.