"Okay, well thank you for confirming your vast amount of free time, now I know I'm not keeping you from anything." His bag isn't really organized with space for the thing, and he's offering to carry the murse already--but he shifts a few jars around to make room.

He's only got an understanding of himself to explain why he owns a thousand tiny fucking jars, but as he picks things up to show Mark, he can't really complain. Shouldering the door, he holds it and offers a hand for Tony's bag. "Did Buckinald already fill you in on the big fuck-off snake building to the east?"