[As soon as Boone's expression falters, there is something screaming in the back of his head that this is a bad idea. BOONE IS STRAIGHT. HE HAD A WIFE. KEEP YOUR LIPS TO YOURSELF. THE ODDS ARE NOT IN YOUR FAVOR.]

[He supposed that loud, shrieking voice was his common sense. Didn't hear from that often anymore. Egon turned just slightly more pink in the face than usual, abd he fumbled the large, wrapped package towards Boone.]

Here, take this.

There's something I've been meaning to, er. Tell you.