[ yin yu is absolutely still trying to wrestle the basket back from the goat when flayn starts giggling behind him. he stops, hands hovering for a minute, and the mountain goat jerks its head back, then starts to wobble backwards, victorious.

as flayn takes his arm, his shoulders slump, and he watches it for a minute, feeling oddly defeated by a stupid goat, but... it's kind of hard to be that displeased with it. flayn's laughing, and okay, he's a little embarrassed because his valiant goat fighting failed, but. as he looks back, the goat does look utterly ridiculous, and yin yu drops back on his butt to sit again and scrubs his hand over his face.

there's a pause.]

...I see the dangers of this place, now: thieving livestock.

[ ...and then, biting his lip to try and stop himself fails, and yin yu starts laughing, too. it's quiet, but nevertheless, he's in his own version of a fit of giggles right along with her. it eventually fades, his brows pinching together, shaking his head at the sheer ridiculousness of the entire situation, the smile remaining on his face. ] I'll take responsibility if the directors are displeased when we return.