Neal makes a softly amused little noise, pushing the front door of Baneberry Hall open and idly considering alcohol when he gets back to 1306. He's kept it from becoming a habit, but after the things he's seen in the past day, he's willing to make allowances.

"It's a ball made of rubber bands," he says, lightly teasing. "You start with one all knotted up and keep wrapping bands around each other until it turns into a ball. Kind of like a yarn ball, only it hurts if you break a band."

More or less, anyway. He goes quiet again. "Yeah, it's mine. It's from the FBI offices. I've had it since we worked our first case."