After the week's events, Steven was running low on stones.  His necklace felt light around his neck.  He punched in the number for his wholesaler, and waited while the line rang, and then keyed in the corresponding menu options to reach Ernest, his inside man.

"Hey, Ernie, it's Steve.  Look man, I'm going to need a veritable geocache sent to me.  I don't even care if their raw, man.  Run the normal card, and I'll take fifty pounds of each of the following:  Ammolite, Opal, Nuumite, Topaz, Sapphire, Flourite, Agate, Bloodstone, Hematite, Moonstone, and Sodalite.  Yeah, the address is four zero two.  Charleston Lane, yeah, like that.  New Orleans, Louisiana.  Yeah, I know man.  Zip is seven-oh-one-one-six.  Got it?  Awesome, rush delivery this time.  No problem on the cost.  Alright, man thanks, and take care of that wife of yours.  Haha, bye!"

He put the phone down, and found a place in his garage to keep the stones he had just ordered.  He would need a sturdy shelf, and some tupperware bins.  Looks like it was a trip to Home Depot, and to WalMart.  He hopped in his rental, and headed to the store to purchase said items.