...That's fair. ['Nice' is not a requirement when talking about Simon's brother in front of him; he'd probably be less well-disposed if you tried. It's a blow to his high-flying morale regardless, remembering that the forge belongs to Rick now, and Simon doesn't really know what he's made of the place. Ma wouldn't let him make a complete hash of it, and at last writing Da wasn't too ill yet to offer input, but they're still not the ones paying the wages anymore.]

Well, so long as you haven't been drowned in frills and perfume. It must've been a narrow enough escape. And I hear we're in need of good seamstresses.

You've got time for a drink, haven't you?