Yancey shifts the box in his arms, humming thoughtfully. "I come bearing gifts, maybe." And just a beat before he reconsiders: "Though, I guess that's pretty suspicious, too." He gives Lachlan a playful nudge with his elbow, teasing. "I guess it depends on how suspicious you look, yeah?"

His gaze flicks up and then down, grin firmly in place, but there's a bit of hesitation before he goes on, like he's gone and embarrassed himself. "So, what're your war spoils?"