Link was mentally cursing Dorephan for making a big deal out of it. I can think of someone, he thought to himself. Like her own damn brother.
Maybe he'd figure out how to pass that along, or duplicate it, or something.
Later.
Dorephan had redeemed himself by diverting the subject. "Probably mid-to-late," Link said. "I know the guy who's going to be working on the house, he's going to be tough to argue with if he decides what we want isn't good enough. I'm probably going to have to hope either Zelda or I can charm him into doing what we want."