The smirk was wiped off Greg's face at that, as he glanced between Ray and Jack, obviously slightly shocked. "Um," Eloquent, Greg. Internally, he was swearing at Ray for popping that on him with an audience, but he actually managed to recover quickly, shrugging. "Sounds good to me. And, I guess the service will be as big as we can put together in a week, won't it. No registry, but I can point you in the direction of the nearest Marten lot, and that'll do." AKA, 'You can come, with proper tithings'.