"Ha, if 'at's what I'm worried o'er," Scotty repeated quietly and shook his head. He was definitely being 'Yes, nan'd.'

"Lad, I dunnae mind givin' o'er a shirt or two," Scotty assured him. "Particular' givin' tha peculiar one-off wat got ya intae this codswallop."

Scotty folded his arms across his chest and took a good long look at the lad before him. He really did look just mum's side of the family. All brickish and shuffling, just like his uncles. It was no short wonder that he'd not figured it out yet, particularly with how little he looked like his mum's relatives--that thought caused Scott to frown slightly.

"So did thay' call ye' Monty or Montgomery?" Scotty prompted casually and allowed his shoulders to sag a little.