"Double, treble, quadruple bubble, watch the stock market get into trouble..." — Garth Nix

"I don't want to make a mistake," said the Will softly. "Better not to make a decision than to make a mistake."

"The whole House is going to fall down if you don't make a decision!" Arthur argued.

"What happened?" Arthur asked. He caught a glimpse of something below, but couldn't quite make out what it was. "The Nithling-"

"Missed me," called out Suzy. "Close-run thing. Bit off my right clog. I was kicking it in the teeth, so I s'pose that's fair."

"Come on! You too, Will."

"If you must call me anything, you may address me as Most Excellent Testamentary Clause," said the sun bear.

"Claws?" said Suzy, as she tilted the chair to speed the bear on its way. "Orright, Claws, hop to it."

"No, no, no," protested the sun bear. "Most Excellent-"

"Claws it is," said Suzy loudly. "After you, Claws."

"I said... oh... just don't speak to me," huffed the Will as it waddled after Arthur.