"Nope." He grins and it's wide, it's wicked, and it's- well he's been saving these for months now but Wash? He'd thought the kid was dead. It's worth handing them over. He reaches down and pops a seal on his armor, pulling a carefully wrapped package from where he'd normally stow an extra clip of ammo. He sets it on the table between them and nods for Wash to unwrap them. "Your favorite."