What Ho!

Sneaking back into the manor with the vegetable under your coat, you put your back up against Fatty's bedroom door and knock quietly.

No response.

You bang away in a happy march tempo. Pum-pa-pum-POM, pum-pa-pum-POM. Rather catchy, actually.

The door slams open. "SHHHHH! Would it be possible to be any louder?" snaps Fatty.

You consider "Oh, quite, but why would you want me to be?"

"Get in here!" Fatty hisses.

"The goods, sir" and you fling the bloom out with a grand gesture.

Fatty blinks. "Petey you ass, that's not a begonia!"

"It's not? How can you tell?"

"It doesn't look begoniaish, that's why."

"Maybe it is actually a begonia, but Ghastley has disguised it?" you offer hopefully.

Fatty gives you a look, then sighs "Well, take it back, you idiot." He adds a few eye rolls for good measure.

If anyone were to ask you, you would point out in a marked tone that Fatty is currently displaying an unbecoming lack of gratitude.

Setting your shoulders, you