He makes a bottle of sake. "Thank goodness we know to prepare for it this year, so nobody has to go through all that again. Oh! Oh, look what I do actually have now, ideally for good!" He maneuvers around all of the vegetables and other things he has strewn about to go over to the wall and pick up the golden, pinecone-topped staff that's leaning there, adjusting the ribbon tied around it before showing it to Susan. "I found this the other day! It's my thyrsus! It, ah, it lets me make honey. So we should have plenty of that come Dark, for sure."