The Chancellor blanched slightly and swallowed hard.
“Certainly. I … of course,” he said, giving Bunny a look which was notably more respectful than his earlier attentions. “I’ll get those for you right now.”
He scuttled off to confer with a couple of his underlings, all the while glancing nervously back at our little group.
I caught Aahz’s eye and raised and eyebrow, which he responded to with a grimace and a shrug. It was nice to know my partner was as much in the dark as I was regarding Bunny’s requests.
“Here we are,” Grimble said, returning with a fistful of paper which he passed to Bunny. “I’ll have the Cash Flow for you in a moment, but you can get started with these.”
Bunny grunted something non-committal, and began leafing through the sheets, pausing to scrutinize each page intently. More for show than anything, I eased over to where I could look over her shoulder. In no time flat, my keen eye could tell without a doubt that the pages were filled with rows and columns of numbers. Terrific.
“Um … I do have some spread sheets to support some of those figures if you’d like to see them.” Grimble supplied uneasily.
Bunny paused in her examinations to favor him with a dark glance.
“Maybe later,” she said. “I mean, you do know the origin of spreadsheets, don’t you?”
“Umm . . .” the Chancellor hedged.
“They were named after the skins used by trappers,” Bunny continued with a faint smile. “You know, the things they dragged after them to hide their tracks?”
For a moment Grimble stared at her, bewildered, then he gave a sudden bark of laughter, slapping her playfully on the shoulder.