Salem was once again pinned beneath the impressive mass of Joe, unable to fight back due to his wiry frame and tiny height disadvantage. However, before their fight- which was really more like watching two uncoordinated robot toys walk into each other and fall over repeatedly- raged on any further, Aamu decided to act as ref and end it early. Thank goodness too, it was getting unbearable to view.<br/><br/>Their duel ended, and Salem wriggled away from Joe and stood up, dusting himself off again. He wasn't too banged up from the scuffle, aside from some hurt pride and sudden embarrassment when Aamu insulted their lack of skill. Just imagining what it must've looked like from an outside perspective was horrendous, and he lowered his head in silence.<br/><br/>"Thank you, dear," Solomon said, picking up the paper pad again as he hopped to its feet. He walked over to the boys in a hunched, but bipedal motion, then stood as tall as his small form could manage. "So, it's occurred to us that some of these things aren't exactly commonplace anymore. Don't worry about them until later. But for now, you're going shopping for some other things." He turned the pad over so the boys could see, tapping a long, pointy finger against the top half of the paper. "All this stuff you should be able to find. And all this..." His finger slid down, towards the part of the list that was less 'herbs and water' and more 'extremely expensive religious artifacts.' "Will probably require stand-ins."