My Land, My Rules

"Right?" Gladio agreed, looking overly proud of himself as he lifted up the case and gave them another look. "I like how simple the design is, you know? No bullshit, just drinks, and, you know, basil's supposed to go good with pasta, right? So it seemed like a good pick.

"And thanks," he lifted up the bag in his other hand and his grin went a little crooked. "Got some for you, too, you know. The sale they got going at the store was too good to pass up."