“Joseph an’ Mary inna manger, scamp. A – I don’t got a boat, not here anyhoo. I got a boathouse. That I borrow. But you could stash yer shit there. An’ B – don’t go all fluttery-cutie burrikko on ol’ Al. I ain’t the dad type, an’ yer way too young ta catch my fancy any other way. But yeah, it ain’t no big ask. It’s work-related. An’ we’s co-workers, see. So it’s a given, I’ll help if I can. Warn’t doin’ much else. Got some homework from Silky on the ‘link here, which I am more than happy ta not git around to. Ever. Only other thing I was thinkin’ on was goin’ an’ knockin’ on the door o’ this blind school. See what’s goin’ on in there. That bein’ the job. But that can wait. So where’s this box o’ bad things, Miss Straight Edge?”