"It certainly is...something," Sam agreed, glancing at the shelf, which seemed to have no particular organization, and things appeared on it by wishful thinking. He supposed if he needed the bone of a lesser saint, then one would appear...
He grimaced as the very thing did just that. He glanced away, not really knowing what he would do with a bone from a lesser saint at the moment, and when he looked back, it was gone. Or perhaps simply relocated to some other part of the store, for safekeeping. "I was just curious, really," he confessed, "I wanted to see if it was a store that sold party favors and sleight of hand tricks, or real magic supplies."