He was so happy. It was unnerving. She blinked, but nodded, pulling her phone out again and hastily typing away. In a few moments though, she put the phone away and looked up.

"Right, got that down. I'll give him a call back, to remind him." This poor fellow. There was no way in hell that Fagin was even going to care at all about the plants. He'd get them out in whatever shape he saw fit. It wasn't as if he had a huge place to keep everything, either. He just had the attic store-room he'd turned into a home for the boys' years and years ago. You think he would have moved on, but he was a miser, for all that he loved his gold.

"I really hope your shipment gets to you in good shape, I want you to know that," she said looking up into his eyes. But it wouldn't.