Wolfgang shrugs and looks down, awkwardly silent. They don't know what to say to that kind of thing. They start gathering their supplies back up, replacing them in the box a little haphazardly. The book they hadn't even cracked open, but as much as it looks like some arcane grimoire it's really just an old-as-balls textbook they hadn't needed in this case. The rest are such plain tools, you can get them all on Amazon, there's nothing especially obscure about any of it, which makes it stranger, really.
The egg shells Wolfgang takes in their hands and deposits in a covered trash can behind the counter that they use for compost.
“If you lose it, it will find you. Be careful with it, it is crystal and can break.”