"He has two," Ryan beamed. "One looks more like him, though." He reached out and a few tendrils of sparkling purple cosmic energy extended from his fingertips. They laced around a bottle of vodka, which Ryan then gently brought over to their side of the bar. He opened it and poured some for Alisa.

"That actually sounds like a pretty awesome job," Ryan said. "Better than trying to find an acting gig between saving the world from multi-dimensional crazies, at any rate."