Cam was SHOCKED. FLABBERGASTED. The professor was speaking to him as if... he was some sort of a house-elf. He wasn't some slave. He COULD have stayed on that floor and even vomited on Bunzz's shoes for that matter. HAR HAR HARRRRR. But he did anyway. Hmppphhhhhh. "Riiiiiight right... fertilizer."

POOOP. FERTILIZER. WHATEVAHHHH.

AND YIPPEEEEEE she distinkified'em fouuulll thingies. "Faaaaanksss Professaaaaaah," he said, glancing at that sheet of paper which explained ways to make this redhead's head explode into smithereens.

"Caaaan we continyahh this in yer office? Heard you've got a stash--I mean great tea... and all." And he grinned SOOOSOSOSOOOO innocently he almost looked suspicious. Almost.

"Wott aree yeh suggesting, ehhh?" THAT HE STOLE THOSE POO FERTILIZER?! "And, what?" He gulped. Cela and that Cope guy got some of 'em? Well he assumed the professor already knew but but BUTTTT WHAT IF SHE DIDN'T? "Uhhhhh WELL, they PROBABLY just stumbled across some, heh??"