Algamus was in GREAT spirits lately. So much that he had even left his beloved broomsie behind in the kitchens as he skipped off to find some pretty flowers. Why just who was the formerly grumpy old elf picking flowers for? Oh well, who really knew?

But the point was he wanted to pick flowers.

"And S I N G !! I'm Singing! To the greenhouses! On the grounds!" It was a course voice and not the best of tunes, but he was loud and jubilant. And it was something strange, for sure, to whoever might have been listening. Hopefully no one, because he'd probably break a glass.