*grins a bit sheepishly* No, I'm pretty sure they think I'm an ogre, too. They tried to kill me off back in December, remember?
I can take mine back to the Flower.
*shrugs noncommittally as he sits back down behind his desk* It's your call. *lightly teasing (although he's noted that you don't seem quite as cheerful as usual...?)* I can try to concentrate while you're here but that never seems to work out, somehow.