So the party is in yet another god-forsaken ruined hole filled with pointy things and dead things and spores with bad intentions. They have found a locked but possibly lucrative treasure chest. The party's two treasure allocation specialists, the half-elf Lynn and the halfling Gervais Champignon, are standing in front of it.
The rest of the party is waiting.
Lynn, nodding toward the halfling: He's new. I have seniority. Gervais: Does that mean you want to do it? Lynn: No. That mean's you're gonna do it.