Noble grinned, with the satisfaction of having been right — he wanted to rub Ford's notice in this, but wasn't sure the best way to do so. How could he best drive his brother crazy?

(Daff would hate this, if she knew. But she would never know, and she would be appalled by this, and maybe it was better the less she felt like she knew Noble.)

"That's what I thought," he said, settling back in the chair as if he had won something.