"What have you got there?" Shiro said. He'd looked up when the door had banged open and Lance trundled through, naked save his coat and carrying a large, damp bag by its bottom. "And why are you dripping? Don't put that down on the carpet."
(more) "Treasure," Lance said, disappearing through to the bedroom.
Shiro gave that about four beats - enough time to finish his coffee - and got up. "What?" he said, and he heard something heavy and metallic hit the tub. "Wait, /what/?"
There wasn't really enough room in the bathroom for two people, so Shiro hovered in the door as Lance sat on the closed toilet seat and huffed out a noise of exhaustion. "Heavier than it looks on land," he said, and put both of his hands on his lower back, cracking something loudly.
"Are you serious? Treasure?" Shiro said. "You're kidding, right?"
Lance gestured at the bathtub. "It's only a small bit, but this really beats working for a few weeks."
"A few WEEKS?" Shiro opened the sack. "Is this pirate GOLD?"
Lance shrugged. "I'unno. Gold's worthless to selkies so we leave it where it lies on the seabed. Not so worthless to land walkers, though," he added, scratching a hand through his hair. "Don't know why I didn't think of this sooner."
"I have no idea what to do with this," Shiro said, sitting on the edge of the tub. Their knees knocked together, there really was no room. "It's not like you can take a gold coin and spend at the grocery store, Lance."
"Well call Keith, then." Lance said. "I bet his fancy ass organization has someone who can change gold to currency."
"Even if he does," Shiro let out a pained sigh. "It wouldn't feel right. This belongs in a museum."