That was easy enough, and he shoved the ferret down his shirt so that only his head was visible from the neckline. Hopping over the counter, he gingerly stepped over as to not step on any hiding ferret while he made his way to the Ferret Treat Storage Tank. Okay, it was just a drawer.
He took a few and shook them out of the packet and into his palm, laughing as Rosencrantz scrambled against his chest to get one. "Guiiiiiiiildenstern. I have treaaaats," he singsonged.