In the meantime, Grumbo evidently took sufficient time out of his game to help himself to the dried figs and raisins Florence had stored up ready for the Christmas puddings. About a kilo of them were missing, so I trust they will have their usual effect, which will be poetic justice.
Even Nick is not immune. I caught him peering into the Lemonade Falls this morning looking for Squirtle. He seemed quite embarrassed and pretended he was just rinsing his beard. Really!