He quietly mocked her words behind her back, but rolled his eyes with a smile and settled back to wait. Scrooge returned shortly and with his help, the old bath was taken care of and a regular soap, water, shower set up for him. That itself took a good few minutes just to make sure he got every last bit of tar out of his fur, which was plenty of time for Scrooge to scrounge up the clothes to be left for him.

Which were, now washed and dried, Gobo's focus of complaint. He'd been given a simple shirt and an old pair of pajama pants; the shirt was fine but the pants were ill-fitting, baggy around the hips and gathered in several folds around his ankles. It wasn't quite the fit that had his focus though, as he balanced on one foot, holding the material out a bit at the thigh.

"Look I know a lot of fur's gone but do I have to-?"

The look from Scrooge left no argument, though as the old duck walked away Gobo couldn't help but sigh some. He started headed toward the main sitting room, walking a little awkwardly, like a more minor version of a dog wearing socks for the first time.

...Alright, so part of that was the fit of the Duck-sized pants, if only because he had to hold them up off his feet to walk in the first place.