Not the dog tags. Perhaps the gods anticipated he'd throw them out a window upon receiving them. (But perhaps they'd have been wrong. Remnants of his past are easier to reject in a world where he has a present and a future.)

The tube is picked up where he has it stashed just over here, and set down between them. Rather than guessing as to whether she'd go about opening it, he tells her as he raises his beer to sip from; "It's a map." Si-- pause. "Of Canada." Sip. The bottle is set back down. "For whatever good it's supposed to do me when I'm not on Earth, I guess."