[The longer Jacob pretends he doesn't want to spend every waking moment with Ned teasing him, the funnier it seems to become. Or that could be the alcohol—Ned's really starting to feel it already, so it's good he's propped himself up on this desk in advance. Still, Jacob's attempt at subtlety makes him smile into his glass. He isn't even trying to hide it now.]

Your Rooks need a hobby or two, if you don't mind me saying so. And I like Agnes—maybe I oughta spend the day with the lovely Ms. MacBean, instead.

[But he doesn't want to be conned into picking up after Nigel, so-] I might be in the neighborhood.

[It's a moving train,]