Timon sent a dirty look Urd’s way and rubbed his head. “Hey!” Jealousy could easily have played a part in the equation but overall it was his knowledge of a bad bargain that made him speak up. He had played enough people to recognize his used car salesmen charm on almost anyone. In fact, Vyers was forced to deal with it more than anyone: Timon’s idea of splitting chores ‘evenly’ sixty-forty, his empty promise of picking up the tab ‘next time’, and endless list of excuses… How the demon had yet to kill him was truly a mystery.

The meerkats jaw dropped agape at Vyers’ change in subject, a sign that he had chosen to accept Urd’s gift. Normally Timon would have taken it upon himself to enlighten the demon of his mistake right there and then, but they would have the entire walk home for him to do so. Besides, Timon had as little intention of dampening Urd’s mood as Vyers had. Though knowing the meerkat he probably would anyway.

Looking away from the pair, he glanced around the shop and took in the unfamiliar sights and smells.