Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss. I used to bring it up all of the time, but since he has yet (after many, many years) not produced the final book in the trilogy, I've stopped talking/thinking about it until just now.
This would be my plan. I'd take the casio watch because fuck yeah. Otherwise I'm taking a spice rack full of Saffron and becoming a lord.
Then there's me... I'll be the guy who gorges himself to death on a couple hundred cayenne peppers he got for free
I've never felt so stupid in my life.