Emma hadn't even blinked twice when you'd waddled into her office, crouched down and walking like a duck with a blanket over your shoulders like a cloak, wearing a pointy paper hat, a fake beard, and wielding a butterfly net for children. When you'd explained she sighed, "No gnomes in my office, out, out with you. Go and torment someone else." She did not have the patience for your tomfoolery today. "Come back when you decide to behave."