The soup, however, was not what Twilight was interested in showing him. On the other end of the table was a collection of familiar-looking objects, including his wrist watch. He grabbed it and strapped it back onto his wrist before noticing that the crystal was cracked and the face was covered in condensation. It was still ticking, but probably wouldn’t be for too long. Still, it was a little touch of home. He could leave it on the windowsill and it might dry off enough to survive.