"Rocky's an old chum. He's a literary sort, a poet of some note, I believe." Bertie didn't follow poetry much, and didn't know that Rocky was, in fact, a notably bad poet.

"Trying out the variety of teas sounds like a corking idea." Money was not something Bertie had a problem with. And he was used to reaching into his pockets to pay for others less oofy as well.

"But...you said 'we' might send Rocky greetings from yours truly...is there another person here?" Bertie looked around, puzzled. Wander was rather small, so it was entirely possible that there was a second small orange person hidden somewhere in the room out of his sight.