Scrooge gave the raven a bemused look, waiting until the familiar was comfortable before he started to walk towards the kitchen.

"Suppose you'd know them better then. Still, I certainly wouldn't think I'd be becoming the laird of this manor. As pleasant as this all is, we all know eventually I've got to get back to Duckburg."

He filled the kettle with water and put it on the stove to heat up. In the meantime, he meandered back over to the table to sit down. He raised a hand to his mouth and gave another yawn.

"Might need a nap before the end of today. Or go to bed early."