"Yeah - stay here, definitely stay here. Tuck, your skinny old back isn't sleeping on the couch, you have my bed. We'll play musical beds. But I bags the couch," he pressed his thumb, upside down, to his forehead, making the bagsie unbreakable and carrying straight on to the next thing so no one had time to argue. "Marse, you want to stick your feet in some water? We have so many basins, we can totally do that. Did you walk all the way here? Your poor feet."