I see your point. [Jacob heaves a sigh, giving the doll one last mournful look before tossing her aside. Better yet, he's just going to drop the box of children's things over to make up for the pans.]

I can't wait to tell the Greenies I've got London's finest promising to make me breakfast. [Well, he can wait, what with actually having to get home. He'll actually work now, dumping any other useless items before hauling Ned back up front.

If that weren't enough to complain about, he's wrapping his big heavy coat over his shoulders.] Wouldn't want your suit getting wet, would we?