'Er…all of Sirius's possessions are going to be inherited by Vague-Squiggle-That-Could-Begin-With-B Black?'
Sirius's will is causing problems, Remus is getting exasperated, and Bernard is actually weirder than Fran and Manny thought he was, which is a fairly impressive feat.
'Oh really Jeeves, of course it's a shortcut. Tristan Burlington-Smythe told me the way, and when you have stood shoulder-to-shoulder with a chap inkily defending your common room from the wrath of the Lower Fifth, it forges a bond that neither rain nor snow nor gloom of night can ever tear asunder, and in such circs I hardly think he would have given me duff directions.'
Bertie and Jeeves are definitely not lost, and certainly not so lost they've strayed into the sort of dashed silly set-up normally reserved for knights in shining armour and wandering minstrels and that sort of thing. Folkloric narrative conventions are meddled with, the fate of the Boy Scouts is uncertain, but at least we're sure of a happy ending.