Lestat catches it, turning it in his hands to look at. Processing bright colours, plastic, blocky script. In his mind, he does well at betraying nothing on his face for what he thinks of it. In reality, there's a distinctly distrustful shape to his mouth, a visible pulling in of a breath before he looks back up, a smile in place.

"Yes," he got Louis a present. "Here it is."

Retracing those steps to offer out the instant camera, clearly taken off a wall somewhere inexpensive. "We can make believe we are all taking a vacation, and not making a tactical retreat."