Mischief makes this whole thing sound more daring than it actually had been, but Lachlan laughs softly instead of arguing and shrugs, "Seemed easier than tryin' to cart it all back. And it's the same result. Except for the egg hunt part, maybe."

He might've said more but the jostling of the ornaments in the box makes him flinch. He assumes that most of them have been charmed to endure more than a normal one might, but still. He doesn't want to be anxious about a bunch of seasonal trinkets right, though, now so he focuses on Yancey. "Not even in LARP? ...Although, I guess you probably get your own war trophies there."

After a moment of consideration, he leans over and drops the wide loop of lights around Yancey's neck with a smile, shaking his head. It's no necklace of dragon teeth or whatever but it will do. "Dinnae worry. You dinnae need to get me anything."