Scrooge looked up from the paperwork on his desk. Despite everything that had happened, he'd been back in the office next business day. As much as he'd been tempted to take some time off to fully adjust to his new role as not father-figure but actual father (something he'd never dreamed would be possible after some terrible news about thirty years ago), he had literally thousands if not millions of employees dependent on him for their daily bread. As much as he hated to admit it, Bradford Buzzard had helped significantly lighten his load over the past twenty years...though Scrooge was having a full independent audit done to root out any lingering FOWL cells using McDuck Enterprises money.

He was surprised to see Gyro. Not in general -- the man did have a habit of bursting in unannounced at random times to share moments of brilliance (something Scrooge had admittedly never discouraged) -- but this subdued, uncertain Gyro was new.

"Come on in, Gyro." Scrooge slid the stack of contracts into his desk, locking the drawer out of habit rather than any distrust in his head of Research and Development. He motioned to a chair in front of his desk. "Sit down."