ELKE SOMMER whirls in surprise as I
sneak up on her with a box of MILK TRAY.
She's even more surprised when she discovers
that I've scoffed most of them and there's only
two left. She's surprised even further when I
eat 'em. Ach, she can bloody well buy her
own box of chocolates, the cadgin' bint.
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