For a second he looked like he wanted to argue but then other thoughts were deliberately sent in and repositioned by Al to barrage and overwhelm that particular line of thought.
And so, he glanced up at Mum, expressionless. "Thank you," he echoed, as casual as a 'good morning' or 'good bye'.
He bit his lip, as if wondering whether to say something. But Mum deserved a warning. "If they are large in number and dimensions, I cannot guarantee that I'd be able to keep your gift safe in case of a next house invasion, attack, or a natural catastrophe, whichever occurs first."