It was not a pleasant feeling to have the rug pulled out from under you, and Magica looked ready to kill her brother. After a big swallow, Poe swiftly turned to Magica and held her shoulders.

"We can work with this.

"Poe, you said-"

"I know what I said, but we can work with this. Have I ever steered you wrong?"

Staring in disbelief, Magica silently gestured to... this exact scenario.

"... Besides just now. We. Can. Work. With. This." With the sort of hushed punctuation that meant 'we'll discuss this later in private'. After giving her a pat on the shoulders, Poe clapped his hands together, addressing Beakly and Duckworth again. "Well now, since we're all caught up... we do know how to cook and clean, though the former shouldn't expect anything fancy. I can sew, and she can do gardenwork."

Magica crossed her arms, glaring daggers at her brother.