"Pff't," Skwisgaar eloquently rebutted, before patting Miniver's hand and standing. "Stay right there, I have an idea that almost worked once before. It'll work now." He walked out of the room and to his own, where he quietly slipped into the closet and made as little noise as possible while he brought out the item he was looking for. He also went into his bedside table and got out a small, partially filled baggie and walked back with both in hand.
He unrolled the baggie in front of Miniver, showing off that it was weed, before handing over the dragon-shaped glass pipe that Glyndaa had gotten for him. His younger self had a different version - one that would be far more striking to Miniver's memory. This one, however, was a different color, in a different stance, and was much more majestic. The wings spread out in graceful, pointed arcs while the body was poised around a bubbler that was in the shape of a crystal ball. The bowl was in one claw, the carb in an easy-to-access, but hard to see place on the ball, and the mouth... was the mouth.
All in all, Miniver had in his hand a glass work of art that meant very much to the Swede.