"Yea, you can. You've got pillows and blankets right there. It's not a half-bad place for sleeping, Lord knows I've kipped there more often than I'd like to admit." He gestured to the living room as he finished his own tea, looking at the boy in amusement. "So, Jip."

What a thing to call him. "How on Earth can a lad like you even understand a word Ollie says? That boy can't tune down the accent, can he? Can't tune down anything about himself."