The surprise at the innocent remark was nothing compared to the stunned shock of those numbers. Magica's jaw dropped, and Poe silently picked it back up as Scrooge continued to explain. Now both of them were sitting, and it was a good thing, as their legs might have given out otherwise.

This time, there was no "twin telepathy."

"WE'LL TAKE IT!" Magica suddenly shouted, causing Poe to flail and try to cover her mouth.

"What my sister means to say is, obviously, we'll have to to think about-"

"THINK ABOUT WHAT?! That's more money than either of us have ever seen in our lives!"

"Magica, not in front of the-"

"I don't care if he wants me to dress up as his maid and service him six ways to Sunday! I can finally afford to wear something new! And aren't you always whining about the repairs needed in the manor?"

The twins continued to shout over each other, acting like young children instead of the supposedly super powerful immortal sorcerers the village kept imagining them as. It was getting to a point where Magica had Poe in a headlock, although he could have broken free if he wanted to but he didn't want to hurt his sister.

Scrooge was likely getting flashbacks to arguments with his own siblings.