"What, no- I think..." Donnie frowns, tapping his fingers against his chin. "There were these chocolates inside. I figured like some kind of hospitality thing? For...a weirdly themed lodge." He shrugs. How would he know what to expect of that sort of thing anyway?

"I distinctly recall being distraught that there were no clothes specifically for me but plenty for my brothers despite the lack of their presence." Color coded, he means color coded.