It took a moment for Bertie to connect 'wasted' to 'drunk,' but the context helped enormously. He'd thought he'd picked out most American words for the thing, but perhaps this was one of the more futuristic forms of argot. Harvey didn't look particularly chuffed that the festival had come along in equine form, but his question bore answering. He didn't seem to have cottoned onto anything with that slip. Not that sharing a bed with Tuppy and Archie was particularly odd. It hadn't been at the time, anyway. But now with that article...

"Oh, I'm positively stacked with the good stuff back home. I wish I had my bank account here... I'd have liked to have financed some of your touring." But, things as they were. That did remind him, though, given that going away seemed like a good idea at the moment.

"In lieu of that, would you have any objections to my acting as your back-up in your next round of performances? I-I talked to this changeling Johnnie who said it might help-" And telling Harvey about his nightmares probably wasn't a good idea, either. "Well, that it could do to earn a few bits here and there. And Jeeves could probably manage the thing. Set you up at venues. I have to ask him about that still, but, well... just a thought."