It is rather quaint, isn't it? We also suspect that some of the other Angels might find it funny that pretty much every other recreational drug known to man at this time is perfectly legal.

There will be no gangster drive-by today. The Æon Society has made something of an...impression on the local mobsters. Annabelle in particular has but the fear of, well, HER, into the lieutenants of the major Families.

The shop is clean, if crowded, and the jerk (a soda-jerk, not the other kind) manning the long counter looks up at them when they enter. The tables and booths are mostly occupied by couples, if the human courting behavior on display is any indication.

"Any particular favorites?" Annabelle asks, still holding his hand.