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[moneymatters]

Scrooge headed through the Manor, carrying a small assortment of teacups with him. While the cleaning service was normally good at this sort of thing, he was English Scottish after all, and he had his habits. Which meant regular cups of tea throughout the way, more if he's bringing something for Jinji or the kids, and that meant, well. Dishes. And he was an adult with his own two feet, so might as well do a bit of the chores himself.

It's while passing an open door that he paused, blinked, then doubled back and peeked inside. Yep, that certainly was a bottle brush tail waving up in the air, and that garish highlighter coloring could only mean one culprit.

"Wembley? What're you doin' here, lad?"