[He laughs loudly at the commentary, playing along with a tone both sardonic and boisterously amused]

Yes, certainly! You are quite perceptive! [he looks to the package again, the practically whiny tone Caster puts on. Everett's perception of Fae is rather different than the standards of Aef and most other worlds. He wouldn't be putting together that behavior any time soon.]

I trust you to do many things! I trust you to plant explosive spells in my garden. I trust you to charm my tea plants so they run away from my shears. I trust you to offer me gifts with dubious intent, for your own amusement. [he puts both hands out to take the package, having said all that]

So, give it here. I do so trust you. [he gets what he gets, never call Everett a coward]