"Not in the sense of a stork bringing a little bundle of joy to mummy and daddy piano. But it is smaller than the not-baby pianos. But still larger than an upright or a console or a spinet."

Bertie waves his hand, unconcerned with how much Wander might take. Bertie is used to having plenty of whatever he needed. Money is nice like that.

"Oh pish, take as much as you like. I can always buy more from old Tuppy. He says he has crates of the stuff that he's trying to sell off."

And that should probably be a warning in itself, but Bertie doesn't pick up on those sorts of things.