Quentin dug past a set of clothes or two -- a soft set for sleep and another set, so he could maybe leave one here, if this was going to be a thing -- and pulled out a small bag, the contents of which was...lumpy? He set the messenger bag down on the floor, more out of the way this time, then pulled open the drawstring of the smaller bag and handed it over.

Inside was a set of plugs, black and rubbery, clearly the same in style, but different sizes.

"It's stupid," Quentin said, sitting back on his hands and shaking his head. "I just thought...I don't know."