Edgeworth's nurse caught him by the arm as he was heading for the Sun Room again after lunch. "Mr. Pierce, you're not spending all day indoors. You're heading out to the greenhouse." He started to protest, stating that he could hardly keep a potted plant alive, much less do anything useful with any of the plants here, but she was having none of it. She marched him outside and to the greenhouse, then pointed him towards some white roses, with the instructions to look out for them.

He nodded, resigned to the fact that he was at least expected to stand there and look for a while. If the rest of the day up till now hadn't been so productive, he would have been a lot grumpier about being in the stuffy room.

[o hai thar, Mr. Coffee.]