"Fine. You can hand it to me personally when you come and see my fire pit," Ragnar replied casually. But then he thought he should give her a respite. "Or you can just bring it in here. I will get it." A crew? How lovely. He admired that she was evidently very serious about this.
Trying to keep his face straight as she turned around was taking a lot more effort than Ragnar thought. And he was sure that he couldn't pull off an innocent look to save his life. Pippin staring at his chest made him want to grin, but he would play nice.
"Maybe you'll have more luck looking at the armor and shields. If you have time. There is less space for them to run away," Ragnar said softly, lowering his arm and letting it run against Pippin's. He pressed the little gadget back into her fingers. "Shall we?"