[ his keen sense of hearing leaves him with a clear enough picture of what just happened; still, when he opens the door and sees the flowers on the ground, he can't help but smile wryly and play along, speaking to himself in a loud voice. ]
Oh? What's this? [ crouching down, he picks up the bouquet, holding it to his nose. ] How lovely. Do I have a secret admirer?
MARY TOO CUTE...
Oh? What's this? [ crouching down, he picks up the bouquet, holding it to his nose. ] How lovely. Do I have a secret admirer?