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The Bishop falls quiet mid-sentence and his eyes narrow as he takes in Ted’s newly David Hasselhofesque, bronzed complexion. Ted smiles at him, sweating.
“Crilly, remind me if I'm wrong,” Brennan says, “but Craggy Island doesn't seem to me to be a holiday spot known for its beaches or its sun.”
Ted's about to give a perfectly idiotic reason for his tan when Dougal says helpfully, “Ted’s got a sun bed now.”
“Sun bed, what? And where, pray, do you three have the funds from for that frivolity?”
“That'd be offertory last week,” Dougal says before Ted can stop him, and smiles easily and guilelessly.