Cedar has a fannypack. The fannypack is supposed to be full of useful items like snacks and compasses and extra pens for journal communication, but, somehow, it never is. What's in there depends completely and totally on what they need and how panicked they are. Which means right now it's mostly full of rubberbands.

"I have feet!!" Cedar shouts, breathless as they unzip pocket after pocket after pocket full of rubberbands. "They're in here—I know I have them!"