Harold checked his bag one last time. "Towel, salted peanuts, two bottles of water, a flask of tea and a canister of salt," he said. "Should I take anything else?"
Harold patted his left breast.* "In my pocket."
"Splendid." Jasfoup looked over to packing. "Swap the salt into a waxed-paper package," he said. "We're going on a road-trip to 6 BC. A plastic container might raise eyebrows in an archaeology dig."
"Good point," said Harold. "What about sandwiches?"
"What about them?"
"I asked Delirious to pick up some from the garage. The plastic triangles are so useful to pick up vampire dust."
*i.e. his chest, in the top left quadrant. He hadn't started taking hormones or anything.