[Paul doesn't quite not wince at Falco's reaction, regret hitting him immediately. He knows how sensitive Falco is, so he knows better. The small eggs are swiftly retrieved and the confetti one left to its own innocent devices before Paul strides back the short distance to the cake baking station.]

I'm sorry. That wasn't funny.

[He pats Falco on the shoulder, adds a little squeeze for good measure.]

Whenever people used to tease me about the things I found, I didn't like it either. [A passing shade across his face, considering jungle, but -] I'm glad you found - I'm not sure what that is. A kind of bird's egg?