"That's... almost stupidly trustful." The brother couldn't help but snark - after all, putting the gun with them meant they could use it on him.

Magica looked at the direction of the raven, and snapped her fingers. "Ratface! Fetch his things."

With a caw, the bird flew off to obtain just that - even though the pack was fairly heavy, the bird appeared to carry it with ease, setting it gently between the siblings. Magica scratched his beak, pleased. "That's a good boy. You'll get extra helpings tonight."

"Magica, if you'd feed yourself as often as you do that rat with wings-"

"Hush, Poe, he deserves it." And now Scrooge knew the second name.