That's Mister Scrooge McDuck, thanks.

[ Arthur tosses her a scathing smile before making his way over. He nudges her with his toes. ]

Anyway, sod off. We can't all be cheerful all the time.

[ But there's nothing mean in his tone - in fact, is that a wry smile? Rubbing his temple for a moment, Arthur throws himself down beside her to read over her shoulder. ]

What's this rubbish you're reading, then?