The shelf that Jackson had stopped in front of, angling his cart in a way so that both Sly and his Vader bear could see, was a bright mosaic of colour. Bottles with tinted substances stacked in rows, cutting out a chunk of the shelf which eventually broke off into make-up. One of the tubes had been left open, leaking down onto the lower levels and the floor, filling the air with a sweet, mango scent.

"Are there any you like the look o--"

"Daddy!" Sly squealed loudly, a gasp tearing through his mouth. "Look! They have a lightsaber toothbrush!"

It was only after, as his voice echoed, that it...