"It's not like I'm going to be entering myself in any beauty pageants, don't worry. Maybe if someone in the City starts putting on drag shows I can sell this thing." He pokes at it. Precious gems don't have much use on Stacy, but on shore leaves they can probably fetch a handsome sum.

In a flight of whimsy, he puts the hat on his head. It's so big that it covers most of his face. "It's like a helmet designed for Elton John."

He takes it back off. "What're you going to use the box for? It'd be a nifty talking gargoyle."