The battle between Thor and Strange at the Sanctum Sanctorum had not left it completely unscathed either. Strange's control over the Time Stone was not yet strong enough to fully restore some of the damage, so nearly half of the Sanctum Sanctorum had now collapsed. The staff had temporarily returned to Kamar-Taj to work.
At that moment, Schiller stood beside the ruins with a standard S.H.I.E.L.D. notebook in hand, directing agents to search through the wreckage.
Suddenly, an agent shouted, "...We found a huge cauldron! Doctor Schiller, come take a look. What is this?"
Schiller walked over and saw a cauldron overturned on the ground, the kind witches used for brewing potions. He guessed it might have been some magical artifact, but a massive crack now ran across its bottom, making it look unusable. He wrote in his notebook as he said:
"Legendary Flame-Enchanted Ancestor of Culinary Magic Cauldron, report as damaged large equipment, quantity damaged..."
Schiller looked up at the collapsed Sanctum Sanctorum, estimated the cauldron's size, and said, "...Two hundred."
"Oh, is this some kind of blanket?" Another agent's voice rang out. Schiller's eyes immediately lit up, but then he heard the agent say, "Oh, no, I saw it wrong. It's just a down jacket. Doctor Schiller, one down jacket was lost..."
Natasha quickly walked over, examined it, and said, "It's not a designer brand. It probably isn't worth much."
"Don't touch it!" Schiller shouted. He stepped forward and said, "What down jacket?! Someone take it apart! Every single feather inside is a 'Legendary Chant-Enchanted Ancestor of Scriptwriters' Quill.' How many feathers are in there?... Forget it. It doesn't look that thick. Thirty thousand."
Natasha, standing beside him, smacked her forehead hard. Clearly, she had once again been stunned by Schiller's macro-level understanding of macroeconomics.
Just as Schiller