If Poe was expecting Scrooge to get indignant, he was about to be shocked:

Scrooge's beak spread in a wide smile. "Now that's what I like to hear! Good on you, lad!" He held up the list. "Yes, this'll be good for a start. Then if later on you decide to draw more things to my attention, we'll go over them."

Oh, these De Spells were interesting!

"Sir, we've got a potential situation."

Scrooge turned to the renovator who stood with her phone held out to him. He took the phone, looking at the photograph. His face sobered. "What am I looking at?"

"Wood rot but we're just seeing the surface level." She pointed towards the back of the house. "It's growing beneath the floorboards back there. A few more weeks, and that section of the floor would collapse at the slightest touch. Even the familiar landing on it would do the trick."

"It can be replaced?"

"Yes, but I need permission to get down into the cellar to examine the foundation. Wood rot could be just the tip of the iceberg." She then gave a rueful smile. "And I'm not colorblind and know better than to touch a red door."