Reacting quickly, Father Xavier opens his belt pouch, and speaks: "Black box." As soon as he says this, a small, black box, about the size of a ring box, suddenly pokes out of the top of the bag, as if it had risen to the top on command. Father Xavier throws his neck scarf over the ring, and picks it up, and then places the ring inside the box without touching it. He snaps the box shut, and then throws the scarf into the gently glowing fireplace.
"Good thinking, friend Elf," he says. "That box is made of lead, and painted black. It is also enchanted to nullify all magical effects of anything placed within it. I keep it around for just such occasions."
Father Clarence perks up at the mention of the box. "Ah, yes. A black box. I invented those, you know. You never know when you might need to hide an magical item from prying eyes. Did you buy that from Fergus Allemande? I sold him three of them last year."
Father Xavier sighs. "No, Clarence. You made this one especially for me, last year, for my birthday."
[Everyone: What do you do?]