Corwin sets his reusable shopping bag on the nearest available surface, and fishes out a few things: a couple used toys that had wound up in the garbage; homemade buttermilk cookies, slightly burned but sort of edible, with equally homemade frosting drizzled on top; a pair of bent silver hoop earrings, also fished out of the trash; and a lump of melted metal, leftover from one of his alchemical experiments and possibly valuable, though not what he'd wanted. "Are you interested in any of these?"