Gareth held his hands up. "Stop right there. I don't think our combined wallets can afford to hear any more." He looked at Gawain. "Besides, have you thought about what Rachel might think of it?"
Gawain folded his arms. "She'd be alright with it," he said simply.
"Not at three thousand she wouldn't," came the reply. "Should have asked her to come, come to think of it. She knows more about art than the two of us put together."
Gawain looked hopefully at Morgan. "Is there anything similar here, Auntie? That's maybe, um, a little smaller?"