Sebastian was not in the slightest disturbed by the magically appearing chips, perhaps because he didn't tend to be quite that attentive, perhaps because he had a talent for accepting the extraordinary. But he did understand the important thing: Oliver wanted a drink.

"Would you like a Brandy Alexander, then? Or something else. They do all sorts here."

Of course, if something was invented after 1923, Oliver would be out of luck. That thought didn't occur to Sebastian.