“Glawen alighted, removed his luggage from the bin while Maxen sat drumming his fingers on the wheel. Glawen paid the standard fee, which Maxen accepted with raised eyebrows. “And the gratuity?”
Glawen slowly turned to stare into the driver’s compartment.
“Did you help me load my luggage?”
“No, but -”
“Did you help me unload it?”
“By the same token -”
“Did you not tell me that I was inbred and eccentric, and probably weak-minded?”
“That was a joke.”
“Now can you guess the location of your gratuity?”
“Yes. Nowhere.”
“Quite right.”
“Hoity-toity!” murmured Maxen, and drove quickly away, elbows stylishly high.”