Joe took his time reading Solomon's list. Aamu noticed that his terrible constipation face from the night before had reared its ugly head again. Was that the face he made all the time when he was focusing? It was horrible; it looked like he was in pain. Then again, Aamu wasn't well versed in the ways of human emotions. She concluded that they were entirely too expressive, what with their mouths and their watery eyes and whatnot. When Joe finished reading, he asked in a sarcastic tone, "Would you like one single sage leaf, or multiple sage leaves?" as if that was the hardest thing to find on that list.<br/><br/>He could go pick up his 'religious objects' from his house, but he sure as hell didn't have any silver. When you barely showed up to your job, food was a luxury. Of course, his poverty was self-imposed but he really couldn't give two shits about organizing someone else's files. After a few moments it occurred to him that he did have silver. However, it was in the form of a nice dining set that his parents had left in their house when they went to prison. He hadn't pawned it yet, so maybe it could come in useful. He'd ask Solomon later once he was done being skeptical about the list.<br/><br/>"Uh, by holy garments do you mean priest clothes...? Because I don't think that will help us from being stabbed," Joe admitted. Aamu placed one of her human hands on her giant head and sighed, "As Solomon said, some substitution will have to occur. We can deal with that when you've found everything else. And, I suggest you find all of this before tonight. Everything on this list should help you live long enough so you can find even more things tomorrow."