"Probably best you were completely fucked, those things can be real trouble." John says so, but seems to have absolutely no problem at all unpacking the box in order to set the little board out on his coffee table before unpeeling the plastic seal of the vodka.
"Occult whatnots. Aren't you precious." But okay yeah, he does sort of have a collection of… whatnots going at this point. "You need a mixer?"