Childish - Part 3

"I've bloody well noticed," Greeves spat.

Oliver held up his hand. "But that distraction, I think, might prove to be entertaining…"

As Greeves continued to fume, Verdant betrayed his curiosity. "Do you have something in mind, my Lord?"

"Well, something that will certainly exasperate the Guild, and Ferdinand, I do think… And, to be honest, I think Lord Blackwell might be a fan of it. It's beginning to tick so many boxes, that the joke I'd intended to tell might have to be the very strategy I put forth…" Oliver said.

"Spit it out, boy," Greeves said. "You're wasting time, and time is of the essence."

"But it's actually funny, Greeves," Oliver grinned. "They've made an absolute mess of the competition that we proposed, dragging it into the darkest waters. This reply is perhaps the funniest we can get, I think. Surely they'll understand it."

"Come on, say it already," Greeves said. Even Skullic had paused his reading for a moment to listen in.