Oh darling, I wouldn't wish that on you. [And Feliks is no match for her husband, but his proclamation brings a smile to her face nevertheless. She liked Gilbert on a good day, but this...]

But it's nothing like that, then where did it come from? [She furrows her brow, feeling a slight headache throbbing dull at the center of her head, so she massages her temple absently.] I ought to sell it. That'll show them both.