"Okay," Yasha says steadily, because she is a) not all that concerned with vintage and b) doesn't really know what 'vintage' means anyway. It's nice to think that he went out and got something with the intent to share it with her, though. That's all that matters.

She sighs, rubs her shoulder slowly as he makes himself comfortable tucked against her side. In all honesty, she didn't think she'd be back here before the circus left. It wouldn't be the first time she's had to play keep-up, but it's nice to be back with room to spare. The Stormlord's guiding hand has pushed her back just in time, it seems. Though, not without missing some great shows.

"Tell me about them?"