When it came to rummaging and looking for things that were expensive and rare, John only could do so much on certain topics. Books? St. John knew books. Music and rare records? Well, that was a whole different story that he wasn't familiar, and the fact that Richie did made his knowledge invaluable.
"It's me." John confirmed to the man who was his rival and also alcoholic beverage connoisseur. Though the argument on best friend status was one that was lost on the developing pyromaniac. There were good friends, and better friends, but there wasn't a thing such as best friend. John was just not trusting enough for that part.
"Uh. Dunno." St. John thought on it. "I think like ten, fifteen, maybe twenty bucks." John sighed. "It's worth fuck all isn't it.." John groaned.