"And the bouquet of yellow roses for Constadia, kyr?"
"All sent off and on their way. Relax, will you? It's important that I do it myself. I have to maintain appearances now I'm the Apex. When a person as esteemed as King Strollivich cashes his chips, you don't want a grimy secretary sending the flowers now do you?"
Higgins shook his head minutely.
"Certainly not kyr. Though as a grimy secretary, it is my duty to ensure care is taken in these sensitive matters."
Milo Mazdok waved his hand dismissively.
"Come on! You think I can't even operate a postal booth? I even remembered to remove the price tag."
"Your selflessness moves me, kyr."
Higgins' eyes alighted on the large bouquet of flowers still sitting on the Apex's desk. A thought occurred to him.
"And you are certain, kyr, that you did in fact place the flowers IN the booth-"
"Oh come on Higgins! These are for my niece. She won a prize for swimming at school."
Milo Mazdok got up and walked around the desk to stand beside Higgins.
"No, these are great fun. When you pull the label it shoots out confetti and squirts you with water, and a voice says 'Congratulations!' she's gonna love it."
"This label reads 'In memory of his majesty King Strollivich Andreiv Constant', kyr."
"..."
"I'd better make a call to the royal family."