What's in the box?
WHAT'S IN THE BOOOOOX?
Irving stumbles through the door, straining - carrying one of the large wooden boxes from Pavel's boat.
Irving: Everything's safe and sound... And HEAVY! Really heavy.
He drops the box on the floor. Lani floats over gleefully as he regains his composure. Katja trots over to join them.
Lani: Aww. You could've asked me for help.
Irving: Yeah, yeah. Congrats on your muscles.
Katja approaches the box quizzically.
Irving: You can handle the other boxes. They're up top.
Lani: Sweet! Time to flex.
Irving leans down to check out the box. Katja pants and smiles. Pavel approaches from behind.
Irving: You sure you don't know what's in here, kid?
Pavel: Yeah, no clue.
Irving opens the box with a creak.
Irving: Then let's see what creepy junk Cheth gave you. Bet it's super cursed.
The whole group stands, looking at the contents of the box. They look confused.
Cal: ...Oh my.