Constantine was good at that sort of thing, for the most part. If he said he was going to be somewhere, he showed. And god, it was so easy in a place like Starklandia because there was almost never anything impeding him. It made for a usually easy, if not slightly boring life.
He wasn't sure what this was going to be about (well, maybe he did a little, but he didn't know what the specifics might be), but John figured he was going to play it by ear. There wasn't much else to be doing at the moment. If he was being honest, he was a little distracted today and was going to have to put a little more effort into keeping up. Not a lot. Just a little. But still.
"Wotcher," he greeted, tightening his tie and moving to plunk down at a bar stool, scooting the picture forward as she offered it to get a better look. "A box, huh?" He asked, because apparently those were just things that were making appearances for a few people in town, himself included.
It was a cute picture, but John wasn't sure what he was meant to say about it, so he just glanced up at Carol and gave a nod to say she ought go on.