"Thai sounds nice," Lachlan muttered, trying to ignore than his uncle wa still scrutinising his every move.
"I'll get it," Stephen said softly, moving to grab a menu to order from. As he did so, he watched Lachlan move to the sofa and sit, his fingers constantly picking at one of the cuffs of his sleeve.
Once he hung up, Stephen stepped back over to the seating area, and he glanced at Iain before steeling Lachlan with a stern look. "Lachie, son, I want you to do something for me, alright? I want you to empty your pockets, please?"
Lachlan's head snapped up, and he stared at both his brother and his uncle, a look of wild fear on his face. "W-what? No."