Jeff does a little half-spin on his stool to face Magne, already a little loopy on booze and love potion (more love potion than booze, honestly. That shit gets in everything!) when he reaches for the paper.

"Heeeey, Sis!"

Perhaps surprising to anyone who's met Jeff and clocked his general... lack of focus, love of intoxication, self destructive tendencies, and all-around Jeffness, he's actually pretty thrifty and resourceful! You don't survive LA as a starving artist without picking up some tricks, and he's perfected the art of getting by with very little.

Which is to say he's been squirreling away just about every piece of brass that's come his way just for this occasion.

So you'd think, when looks over the receipt, Jeff will immediately realize that this is it, this is the moment he's been working towards and waiting for since his arrival here. She's actually gone and done it!!

"Holy shit..."

His eyes light up in stunned excitement and barely contained joy.

"You're getting a guitar!" Good for Magne! He just wishes--

WAIT.

He beams at her.

"We're getting a guitar?!"