He looks impressed. Maybe even a little jealous. "Nobody thought to do that with us," he remarks. "Maybe it wasn't possible. I sure as hell would love to not worry about getting drunk, although I suppose it's easy enough to avoid." The loss of inhibition that comes from even a couple drinks is not something Caspar has ever enjoyed. To be immune to that would be a blessing, so far as he's concerned.

There's a chuckle of amusement at the mental image of smuggling a piano back home. "Yeah, that would raise some questions. I already take enough liberties with what I buy." He pauses a moment, looking back at the display, then shakes his head. "I don't know how she does it. Hiding the Nexus from everyone for over three years."