Scrooge's mouth twitched into a fond smile. "Aye, I have. He's a good lad."

Lad. Not robot or anything of that sort. It was becoming clear from the mention of Scrooge's new father status that Boyd was as much Gyro's son as Webby was his daughter despite how they'd come into the world.

This was not a conversation for employer and employee. So it wouldn't be one.

Scrooge had a habit of turning extra energy into motion, making productive use of that extra energy. (It was something that he'd noticed in Webby long ago, having assumed she'd picked it up from watching him while growing up. Now he wondered if it was genetic.) He walked around the desk, moving the other chair in front of it so that it faced Gyro. It placed them on a more or less equal footing in this matter.

"Huey enjoys Boyd's company, and I think the Woodchucks are good for both of them despite one of their former members."