Laharl wasn't really paying attention to Flonne, his gaze on the shelves, trying to pick out anything that would be suitable. Examining a vase that looked somewhat interesting (but, no, he decided pretty quickly it wasn't something worthy of being given to his mother) he spared a glance towards Flonne, hearing her exclamation.

"What--What the hell are you holding?"

Whatever it was it was tacky as all hell.