Relieved, Lachlan laughs quietly too and gestures to the photographs in front of him, "If you're bein' rude, we're both bein' rude. Dinnae be sorry." He drops both of elbows against his folded knees and and smiles at the other boy. "I'd...like to ask what sort of things 'strike you'? If you don't mind. I'm curious. Since cabins... up north don't do the trick?"