Honestly? She really hoped not. Bonnie liked preparing for the worst, but in her haste to pack up everything they might possibly need - she might've packed everything.

"Maybe." Her shifty gaze probably didn't sell it, and she knew it. Grabbing a napkin to wipe off the cheesy goodness, she--hang on. Did he just take her notes?

They weren't terribly exciting: Bonnie doesn't trust her sense of direction, so it's various maps with her notes in the margins. Mostly places deemed "safe" for whatever reason - and most of the notes're dedicated to their destination. Museums, interesting restaurants... anything and everything Google might've provided. Noticeably? No giant ball of yarn. (She was actually kidding there.)

"Not much," she said, with a slightly resentful huff. "Just places and stuff that seemed interesting."