There is always a small stash of tea in any of my bags at any given moment; it is both a wonder and a blessing to people dying for a cuppa when they see me conjure it like a magician. (I've yet to refill my traveller's tin, though. Tut, me.)
I do also feel a bit naked without drafting implements of some sort, as if I could make the unwashed hordes fall back beneath the glare of my brandished ruler and right angle. To date they have not, but I hold on to hope. Crayons and/or a dainty set of colored pencils also provide another source of wonder, though they're more weighted towards diversion than civilization.
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Date: 2007-10-25 06:06 am (UTC)I do also feel a bit naked without drafting implements of some sort, as if I could make the unwashed hordes fall back beneath the glare of my brandished ruler and right angle. To date they have not, but I hold on to hope. Crayons and/or a dainty set of colored pencils also provide another source of wonder, though they're more weighted towards diversion than civilization.