For a moment, Rick could do little more than gape. Magicked toy teeth? Protection against cooking? Seriously?

"The stuff I've encountered is..." How did he put this respectfully? "More esoteric. And ancient. A tribal necklace of power. A large crystal globe that opened a path to a lethal - and pointless, in my opinion - set of trials. An iron farming hook that was the anchor object for a murderous and powerful, evil spirit. A drum that could summon spirits of the dead..." And that was just everything off the top of his head. He thought of more even as he decided that was enough.