Magica didn't see Scrooge's expression, her back turned as she placed the glasses down so she could pour the wine. "Damned fool was stuck because someone else gave her an order and didn't know whose orders to obey first."

"I should hope they were properly punished." Poe said, watching Scrooge's whole body language change. Well, well. At least he knew well enough to fear his masters - although why now, instead of before when he was actually being questioned, was curious.

"Of course, of course. But forget about that now." She took a sip, before picking up a glass to give to Scrooge. "You're home, and..." She trailed off, blinking at Scrooge's. expression. "Scrooge? ... My. Did Poe frighten you that badly?"

"You wound me, sister dear."