The shells came from this guy, a local legend/character in Carmel who goes by the name of Abalone Joe. I recognize his face from the corporate DVD where he played the role of local color. Afterwards, Michael said he gave them each a set of polished abalone shells. He collects the discarded shells from a local abalone farm in that area, then cleans and polishes them to sell.
Michael took off early Tuesday morning after hogging the laundry room for four days. He also spent his downtime getting caught up on all his paperwork (brought back memories of those late night panics where he waited until the last day to write his term paper). And he did his 2009 income tax.
Which reminds me -- I have to get all of our tax stuff put together! Oops. I guess the apple didn't fall far from the tree! : )