While he strongly doubted trade access to Deus was weather dependent, it was only after the snow had cleared enough for duties to resume that the strange package was delivered to his room. Inside the nondescript paper wrapping he found an unfamiliar box banded with alternating blue and gold stripes. Any identifying information had been scratched off, but it looked a lot like the sort of fancypants receptacle that poker chips shipped in, at least as far as he could tell. He only really had the movies for comparison on that front. Max hadn't been much of a gambler before he had chosen to come here.

He waited until nightfall to open it, Caper sated and silent in his mind. There was no burst of confetti to accompany the reveal, just a plain white piece of fabric that he thought might have been a dish rag until he shook it out and flattened it across his bed. As it turned out, it wasn't a dish rag at all. It was a t-shirt.

Emblazoned across the front in hasty Sharpie scribbles were the words PROPERTY OF DIANA.