Scrooge had been distracted for a good portion of the evening despite the celebration. Admittedly, the mansion was part of the reason for the celebration. Plus the completion of the Money Bin. But the true meaning behind everything...

His hands were in his pockets, one hand wrapped around a box hiding there. He was nervous, knowing he was about to jump into the deep end without being able to see the bottom.

"Huh?" he asked, suddenly jolted out of his thoughts by being addressed. He shook his head and gave an awkward smile. "I'm sorry. What am I supposed to agree to this time?"