"No trouble," Nell agreed. "Although that play you picked for us is becoming dreary and I don't like Robin so it will be the most unlikely Romeo and Juliet ever."
He looked around for a nightshirt or something Harry meant for him to wear, unable to see anything laid out. "My bed clothes? Are they in the other room?" He asked, referring to the room Harry had set up for him when he was playing ward for the women Harry brought home.