Ecstasy is a good word as far as he's aware. He thinks that he's heard it in church in some vague memory long past, but it also has the aura of something less wholesome. As for the enhancements put in terms he actually cares about, it's as good of an occasion as any for any of these things. They're all great hobbies, but he's not in any particular hurry. Apparently it's his day off; the kind of day one can leave their tie half-tied and hear no complaints.

"So you're saying there's nothing to worry about."

That's his assumption of the specs given. He's experienced enough to know that no up lasts forever, but a comedown he can deal with. It's the effect, the here-and-now he'll be getting into that interests him. He sets the cheery package aside from the others, picking up the box and standing, going to place it somewhere safe.