Continued from Totally not lying about the band
His theater was open. No privacy issues, yo. Several rows of chairs had been unbolted and were forming a large pile near the screen. Lot of raw material. His backpack's contents were laid out over an open area as he 'settled in'. As promised, a roll of butcher paper and rolls of tape were in a pile. Other oddities included magician's wands, spools of thread, and a lineman's butt sett. If he'd said he'd scooped his pack over a table of crap at a garage sale? It would have been plausible.
Except for the little bonsai tree.
"Mmmm... no. I know a few things you can fold dollar bills into, just for random entertainment value, but that's it. Oh. And I can make a sweet F-14 Tomcat. What'cha going to make?"