Well, it hardly seems practical to accumulate things, you know. That's why your things are ideal: they can go back to you when He decides that He's ready to assign someone with proper training to this project and send me haring off six places each fortnight again.

Oh, the elf offer is tempting. I have Kreacher, you know, to go back and forth, but he's quartered at Buckingham so that Mother and I are only an elf 'pop' away whenever Word needs be sent. Cooking for me is not part of his duties, in other words. I think that's Mother's wish. She seems to enjoy the thought of my domestic struggles.