"Aren't you glad it's smaller than a breadbox?" He grinned. "I mean, if you have to wear it." Which was the truth. It would be painful to wear something that big, right?

"Let's write off jewelry," Eames noted. "How about this."

He tugged Arthur to the side, out of traffic, moving to pull something out of his pocket. It was a small envelope, bulging with whatever soft thing was within.