"You really got up to some mischief, didn't you?" Yancey laughs, obviously surprised. The way he quirks his head to the side, brows going up, it's safe to say that impressed wouldn't be too far off the mark, either. "You just hid stuff? People are going to be finding ornaments during the egg hunt, I bet." He seems pretty amused by the prospect.

Looking at the string lights in Lachlan's hands, Yancey huffs a laugh. "So y'did." He moves the box, again, dropping it low in his hands, this time. All of the little glass and felt and metal things inside rattle precariously. (For being someone who works with ceramics, Yancey apparently gives little thought to handling delicate things.) "A peace offering, eh? Never been gifted a war trophy, before." He clucks, dipping his chin and shaking his head. "And here, again, I didn't get you anything."