This prompts Jason to cup both hands around the orange and lift it up to his face, like a... a really poor man's crystal ball. He stares at the orange at Super Close Range, eyes gone unfocused, lips moving a little in inaudible mutters.

"No. No, this is perfect," he informs Metody earnestly after several seconds of this, and cradles the orange to his chest in case Metody's thinking of taking it back.