You're drinking his whiskey right along with me. Or a replica thereof. [She seems to relax, shifting forward with a spark in her eyes Rip's really only seen in another life, one that doesn't belong to either of them but rather had been inflicted upon them by the machinations of this place. But this interest is real, hers, and for once Rip finds himself in a position to brag a bit. Normally there's any number of factors that would label this as a bad idea, from Rip's own secretive nature to potential issues with the timeline—

But for once, just once, he feels safe enough taking advantage of the rules of this place. It's harmless, and that offers a rather sweet liberation from the heavy matters that have most recently dominated his thoughts.]

A man had seen opportunity in King William's frustrations with his rebellious Jacobites, and decided to sell him a weapon with untold power. Fortunately, MacGreggor met a "sorcerer"--[spoken with a hand lifted and fingers curled to mark the quotations]--of his own around the same time who could counter the King's magic.

[Or so it had gone at the time. Rip leans back in his chair, stealing another sip as he gives Peggy just a few seconds to mull over the scenario—a telltale grin playing across his lips.]

In truth the first man was what's known as a time pirate, offering advanced weaponry in exchange for a fortune—a laser gun in this instance.