[It's difficult to find juiceboxes on a backwards planet like this, so Rukia gets hers in a beer glass. Apple juice looks like beer anyway, so it's not like anyone sitting several feet away could judge her from its appearance alone.]

As long as we don't get no more trouble via invasion, I should be good. Gotta be careful 'round these parts.

[He leans with his forearms on the the counter.] That plan to get over there and spread the Christmas spirit, you mean?