"No Empire stuff?" Marco asked, at first thinking that she meant merchandise specifically from the second movie. But no, he quickly realized that everything so far had been jedis and rebels. He liked the sentiment. "It is cool shit. I've never... gotten.. like even close to this much cool shit." And he still had big boxes to get to, too.
He grinned at Juno's apron, figuring that now, with all this cooking stuff, he was going to have to go to the kitchen to find her from now on. "You gonna fatten me up?" he wondered, smirking somewhere beneath that beard.
Then there was another deck of tarot cards from Oliver, and another deck of tarot cards from Lennon, and what he thought was going to be another deck of cards from Kiley, but turned out to be a pack of cigarettes. He glanced over at Juno to check if she had seen it, then slipped it into one of the fold of the comforter, just in case. He quickly grabbed another box to cover up his sneakiness with his last gift, but as soon as he had the thing opened, he jumped, gasped sharply, and dropped the box. "Fuck... God...fucking damn it. Fuck. Fucking asshole," he grumbled, only now noticing Simms' name on the wrapping. He didn't even notice it was anything other than a tentacle, let alone a dildo.