Lachlan grins, the expression perfectly articulating that he understands clever little sisters and that he has the same sort of affection for Maisie that Yancey has for London and Paris. But he still hesitates when the other boy asks him to hand over the pictures. His lips only thin for a moment, though, before he's gathering the photographs into a neat stack and leaning to offer them up. What was the point in taking pictures if he wasn't going to let other people see them, after all? "...Sure. If you want to. You've got to have more of an eye than I do."

Mostly, he's right about the photos. They've got decent composition and the subjects are always clear but nearly all of them are just mediocre tourist snaps that record the events of the trip and little else. There are some good shots of their friends and classmates, though, and a few taken in the gardens that might actually be better than good. But they're pretty rare.

Prepared to wait while Yancey looks through the photos, Lachlan glances toward the window and anxiously toys with a blonde twist of hair.