"What if we make a deal? That vase looks Greek, so I'm gonna have to claim it or lose my valid Pan cred. But, just like on that Storage bidding show, we don't know what may or may not be in the box."
She glares down at the Redcap, a hand on her hip. "If you swear to give up any - real or imagined - vendetta against me or my lovely companions -AND they agree - I'll let you have the mystery box. But the rest is ours, and you've forfeited that nasty string you tried to choke me with too."