[Tragically, he doesn't hold his hand out in return. He just observes the strange little trinket, head canting to the side.]

I see... Well, you are the one who gave her the lantern, so she would likely wish for you to keep the payment. What a strange little thing, though. Did she tell you what it is?

[To him, it looks a little like a protective charm of sorts, or some sort of token item of fortune or well-wishes, but he'll leave his speculations unsaid for the time being. Instead, he shifts his last couple of lanterns to one side so he can set off toward the tavern at a slow enough gait that they can keep pace and continue the conversation easily enough.]