Cordelia smiled triumphantly as she exited from the computer system, a sheaf of computer printouts in her hand. She felt confident that when Angel read the information she had, he'd decide that he didn't really need to take her with him to England.
"Oh, Angel!" She called out. "Bad news about the trip!"
Angel walked out of his office and into the small reception area, Doyle following him.
"What is it?" He asked, looking concerned.
Cordelia handed him the printouts. "Our virtually non-existent budget won't stretch to accommodation, car rental, air-freight costs and tickets for both Doyle and I." She explained as Angel skimmed the information contained within the printouts. "Did you know that they charge by size and not by weight!"
Angel handed the printouts to Doyle who started to read them as Angel brooded. Cordelia suppressed a grin.
"We have two options." Cordelia informed them. "One involves carpentry and the other involves me not going."
"Not gonna happen." Angel told Cordelia. "I need you there."
Doyle frowned. Carpentry?