Poe blinked, startled. He glanced at the window - had it really been that long?

He clicked his tongue, but closed the book. "And Magica would have gotten on my nerves about me skipping, no doubt..." Scrooge did good, so Poe supposed he earned some praise.

Poe scritched Scrooge under the chin like he was a cat. "Numbers can only do so much. Our minds take us the rest of the way."