Lachlan/Elliot
"I was hoping you would," Lachlan countered. He hadn't said he was opposed to some kind of antics, after all, only that it was all their own fault... which it usually was, honestly, even when it wasn't Elliot's idea (or his own). It was and would always be a relief that Elliot could still enjoy something ridiculous and childish, after seeing her struggle with her sister's death. It wasn't something that Lachlan could ever understand personally, but he'd done his very best to be there for her. To give her whatever small glimmers of happiness that he could.
She'd lost so much already, after all. Anything that Lachlan could give her to hold on to he was very glad to provide.
"Have I told you that you look lovely yet today?" He had, of course. A couple of times, even, but that wasn't something he would ever be tired of, either. And she really did look amazing. Lachlan was far less in keeping with the theme, but it was perfectly Elliot to greet Midsummer with that sort of flair. She really was out of his league, but she hadn't seemed to notice yet.
Lachlan took a sip of his own drink, noted that nothing tasted off about it... it wasn't that he hadn't trusted his source (yes, Ellie), but on the other hand there was the slim possibility that she'd stuck to the letter of her guarantee instead of the spirit. With Elliot, though, Lachlan was far safer from being a target than he would have been on his own. "Lovely enough that I think you could talk me into absolutely anything."
That, too, wasn't exactly unusual. Not that Lachlan was exactly hard to talk into something in the first place.