Return what to her —

Tilda's eyes dropped to the package again. What an oddly shaped thing to be delivering - though she hardly expected anything luxurious looking, it gave her pause. Could it be some sort of present?

Perhaps Lachlan gave it to her and she was merely returning it; Tilda could see both her brother wrapping a parcel that poorly as well as seeing herself think a bit more highly of Miss Binns if she were the type of woman to reject a present and return it unwrapped.

Tilda stared down at the parcel'd lump and then drew her gaze back up to its carrier, who looked mildly uncomfortable that she had to make this request. It was with great surprise that Tilda found herself rather pleased; though a MacFusty in her own right, she didn't get the feeling she was a particularly formidable kind of kin.

That Miss Binns might just be a bit timid saw herself smile slightly before correcting her expression to something more neutral and she finally acquiesced. "I suppose so." she said, accepting it. The object felt oddly...soft? What on earth was this? "I might wonder why I must be the deliverer as opposed to yourself." She then prompted as she gave into curiosity and lifted it slightly to test its weight.