"Well at first I ordered Arden a bottle of Whyren's Reserve, but it mysteriously failed to make it through an Alisoan customs check. When I went to go retrieve the so-called 'contraband' with my di Plagia security clearance, the locker was empty aside from a note that read 'No double-gifting, Mr. Three-Inches-Taller'. I sighed in exasperation, defeated by the quicker action and higher authority of the Consul and went to scour the streets of Aliso City in search of a replacement gift. Uncertain of what a former cop with a financing fetish would really want in a birthday present, I figured I'd just roam from shop to shop until something suitable caught my eye.
My first instinct was to meander about the Market District. After a few hours of perusing the menagerie of wares being hawked, I concluded that Arden didn't need a cheap replica of a fancy chronometer or any of a number of overpriced fashion accessories. He definitely wasn't going to be pleased with a pair of Sedrian seal-skin boots. My search continued. The second area I checked Landsdown Docks, due to the plethora of stores that saturated the spaceport. Frequented by travelers and tourists, I felt like I was bound to find something amidst the many gift shops.
After another few hours of ducking into seedy mercantiles and finding nothing of interest, I was starting to feel like I wouldn't be able to get Arden a gift he would actually like. It was only then that a semi-brilliant idea popped into my head: stocks. I went to the Mobus Combine and analysed the lists, looking for some shares he might be interested in. I spotted one that seemed ideal, Tingel Arm Armaments. Remembering that he'd worked in the Corporate Sector where this company was headquartered, it seemed like a good gift. I bought five shares and called it a day."