Ben was deep in thought about how they were going to solve this, considering favors he might be able to call in, or people who might have a connection to someone who could cut him a deal. Her question caught him off guard, and it seemed so ridiculous a thing to be talking about that at first he wondered if there was some sort of hidden meaning behind it that he was missing.
“I bought it for you,” he said with an indifferent shrug. “Do what you like with it.”
There were two main issues surrounding the problem of where to live: the first was the immediacy of the problem, and the second was the money. How soon could a place be procured? There might be some classifieds that would be available immediately, but they probably wouldn’t be high quality. A nice flat (or a house, which was what a married couple ought to have but which seemed a little too optimistic at this point) would require references and paperwork, which would require time.
Still, it would be nice to have options. Even if they were bad options, they might help him feel a little more in control of the situation than he currently did, since his plans for annulment had been quashed so quickly and he was still trying to adjust to this current reality.
“I can probably get a loan,” Ben said uneasily. A loan was better than selling things, that was certain, but it wasn’t exactly a great solution. Maybe if he was lucky, Aldous or Roman would be willing to contribute something on the promise that they’d eventually be paid back, but if not, there were always the goblins. (Art’s experience with lending money to goblins aside, Ben knew they’d have the money… and as long as he paid them back, it shouldn’t turn into a situation where he was camping in a tent and trying to avoid being murdered, like Art had, so…)
“I have a copy of today’s Prophet,” he said, gesturing. He’d taken it from Felix’s house, just in case he’d needed to prove to Melody that no one knew about their midnight escapades yet — though that was a moot point now. “Maybe you can look through the classifieds and see what sort of places are for rent. But don’t write anyone yet,” he advised. He didn’t want this getting out of their hands before they’d had a chance to prepare for the fallout. Before he’d had a chance to talk to Aldous.
Merlin. He supposed that was the next thing to be done. He’d have to go talk to Aldous.
MJ made this <3
“I bought it for you,” he said with an indifferent shrug. “Do what you like with it.”
There were two main issues surrounding the problem of where to live: the first was the immediacy of the problem, and the second was the money. How soon could a place be procured? There might be some classifieds that would be available immediately, but they probably wouldn’t be high quality. A nice flat (or a house, which was what a married couple ought to have but which seemed a little too optimistic at this point) would require references and paperwork, which would require time.
Still, it would be nice to have options. Even if they were bad options, they might help him feel a little more in control of the situation than he currently did, since his plans for annulment had been quashed so quickly and he was still trying to adjust to this current reality.
“I can probably get a loan,” Ben said uneasily. A loan was better than selling things, that was certain, but it wasn’t exactly a great solution. Maybe if he was lucky, Aldous or Roman would be willing to contribute something on the promise that they’d eventually be paid back, but if not, there were always the goblins. (Art’s experience with lending money to goblins aside, Ben knew they’d have the money… and as long as he paid them back, it shouldn’t turn into a situation where he was camping in a tent and trying to avoid being murdered, like Art had, so…)
“I have a copy of today’s Prophet,” he said, gesturing. He’d taken it from Felix’s house, just in case he’d needed to prove to Melody that no one knew about their midnight escapades yet — though that was a moot point now. “Maybe you can look through the classifieds and see what sort of places are for rent. But don’t write anyone yet,” he advised. He didn’t want this getting out of their hands before they’d had a chance to prepare for the fallout. Before he’d had a chance to talk to Aldous.
Merlin. He supposed that was the next thing to be done. He’d have to go talk to Aldous.
MJ made this <3