"Not everyone has an elf to deal with things," she retorted.
"You've obviously given this a lot of thought, haven't you? And yes, as much as messing with Bletchley's head might be fun, I doubt that wife of his will enjoy an animal clawing at her fine robes."
She was still shaking her head. "I'm going to have to write to your mother - tell her that she indulged you far too much. Although I bet if you put that rubber duckie on your head, she'd give you whatever you wanted, hmmm?" The image, or even a mention of it did make her giggle. If only because the look on Cass' face would be worth it.