[A bag of weed Will withdraws while biting his lip to prevent a laugh. A bag of weed he carefully places just out of sight...on top of the fridge. That'll be a real treat when April gets home. Dog treats obviously get put out on the counter, though, no one with a badge coming in would find dog treats suspicious or worth opening. Bitten lip turns to a smile as he squints at the map. What is this, a treasure hunt? Memorable landmarks? A collection of super awesome tire swings to be found if one goes sniffing properly? Whatever it may be, Will looks at the map with a more muted sort of fondness, but fondness just the same. Mike might as well have given him plane tickets to a far away location, or blocks of gold, or another dog.]

What? [He looks up, map held so gently in his hands like it's a baby (Mike could give him anything and he'd love it, he may pick up on that), though it's rhetorical. Just filling the silence.] Good. Just dealing with the holiday stress. More people involved, more...drama. April and I didn't make our trip. Sorry I couldn't bring you anything back.

[Sorry he's a failure, but Mike surely isn't surprised by now.]

Thanks. For all this. Especially the...

[He waves in the direction of the fridge top. You done good, Mike.]