Oh. Of course. Barnaby forgot about money, sometimes. Whether this was because he had had masses of it in Life (and been unaccountably uninterested in managing it, if it were not in the services of glorious patronage), or because it had been near three hundred years since he had paid for anything, he could not say.
“Fortitude here is greatly underestimating my powers of persuasion,” Barnaby interjected dramatically, quite aware this was not helping them settle the problem, but feeling obliged to protest all the same.
He was getting rather bored of this back-and-forth, though - the two of them milling around bickering about it was impeding Barnaby’s efforts to talk to anyone else, after all - so in the meantime... “Pray, what be more likely? / The Broomsticks a’fire,” Barnaby warbled idly, playing an invisible harpsichord in the background, “- or Constable Woodcroft / combusting of ire?” He was pretending to ignore them both, but paused here and shot Greengrass a sly look to say catchy, no?
“Fortitude here is greatly underestimating my powers of persuasion,” Barnaby interjected dramatically, quite aware this was not helping them settle the problem, but feeling obliged to protest all the same.
He was getting rather bored of this back-and-forth, though - the two of them milling around bickering about it was impeding Barnaby’s efforts to talk to anyone else, after all - so in the meantime... “Pray, what be more likely? / The Broomsticks a’fire,” Barnaby warbled idly, playing an invisible harpsichord in the background, “- or Constable Woodcroft / combusting of ire?” He was pretending to ignore them both, but paused here and shot Greengrass a sly look to say catchy, no?
