[Soldat pulls their coat-- sitting on the pew behind them, since the church is warm enough to go without-- over to reach into the right-hand pocket. They produce a pile of little rubies, probably eight of them, to set down. If Quentin picks one up, it's warm to the touch, even though the coat hadn't been touching Soldat to warm them up.]

Candy, these, and I have some snacks around here someplace.

[They keep trying pockets, and they have a lot of pockets, finally pulling out a bag of peanuts.]