"To be honest, I don't think they do," I said, shrugging. Mr. Trilby shook his head, "Don't be so negative, but don't expect much either."
"So what do we do then?" Barry asked, who seemed to be pretty invested in the right answer. Mr. Trilby took another sip of his tea, before saying, "Don't think about it."
"What do you mean don't think about it?" I asked, my eyes narrowed in confusion. Mr. Trilby said with no change of expression, "Don't think about it. It's simple, isn't it."
"Well, I mean, it's hard not to think about something that really matters. Just saying," I said truthfully, and he nodded, putting his tea back on the small plate. "That is true. That is true. That's why I'm sending you on a mission."
"What do you mean by that?" I asked. Why was he acting like discount Mr. Drails? We didn't ask for his help and now he's commanding us on missions?
But I'd rather not get mugged either.
