He liked doing things for others too, but usually it leaned more towards every day things, not gifts. And he'd been without true family long enough that the idea of togetherness was still a little foreign to him. "Always been partial to the Fourth, actually," he commented. He liked summer better than winter. "Used to love watching the fireworks as a kid." Mentioning it seemed random, but he hadn't thought too closely on whether it made sense. "All the family used to get together at my grandparents place too."
"Gonna be a danger junkie, now?" He knew she wouldn't be, she took being there for EJ seriously. Being smart about things. "You were always useful, Rae," he was added quickly. "Kept us all from suffering Cindy's cooking for three meals, seven days a week." Silas had absolutely nothing against the other woman, but it was pretty common knowledge that Cindy wasn't the best cook. In Silas' mind there was more ways to be useful than getting out and looting, but he was smart enough not to argue that point too much. He didn't want Rae frustrated with him.
He laughed, walking the couple feet to pick up the elf, and turned it over in his hands. "I'll perch it behind the stack of tires, so people won't notice it immediately, and when they do it'll scare the hell out of them," he thought out loud. "Dunno if I want something around that'll keep you out, though." Even if she had been teasing, Rae was one of the few people he didn't mind interrupting his solitude. One of only a handful, and that probably said something about Silas' social skills, but he was old enough to not care what people thought of things like that.
"Aww, c'mon, not the face," he mock pleaded, only half-successfully hiding his smirk. "Maybe EJ'll like the thing." Kids were strange; maybe he wouldn't realize the creep factor. Then she offered up another idea, and he couldn't fault the appeal of doing that. Maddie and Caitie -he couldn't believe he remembered that name- deserved to be freaked out a little. As badly as Silas felt about Caitie's brother dilemma, and as much as he'd helped to find out when Everett left, it didn't make he suddenly a fan of the girl.
"Not the greatest with wiring things," he admitted. "Maybe Kris would do it for me, though." The tech guy seemed like he'd be capable of something like that. He stashed the doll in the bottom of the duffel he had slung over his shoulder, and started looking over the shelves more seriously again. "Other than the lights, what're you looking for?" Decorations, of course, but that was a pretty wide description, and he didn't know what would actually be useful and what wouldn't.