Perrine started laughing, but it was more of a sharp inhale and shaky exhale sort of amusement. "Mon amie, if I was fucking with you, I'd have said gold, or opium." As she started recovering from the shock, she joined Anthony in searching the rest of the barrels, but no cigar. She returned to that precious barrel a few minutes later and held her lantern out over it, her jaw dropping just a little. "Take a look for yourself," she offered Anthony, moving aside a little but keeping the light above the plethora of Spanish coins. She'd tucked one into her pocket, the one she'd picked up at first to examine, but she forgot about, having placed it there as a treasure-hunter's habit.