Emmett snorted. "Fair enough, to be sure. I'll keep it in mind if I start spacing questions. See if he's got a membership card I can point to."
Dry shampoo was a godsend right now, as was the fact the bathroom had a big enough sink Emmett could strip off and manage to erase any body odors, before emerging in a fresh Wales rugby shirt.
Snagging his wallet first, and a jacket to toss over his shoulder, he smirked at the offer, accepting it. "All set, mate. Thanks for this."
And, to avoid freaking his father out, he sent a quick text just in case he happened to drop by an empty cottage. He'd learned that one after the impromptu party.