[tries hard to decide between angry glower, insulted glare and ends up with wounded pout]

That's just mean.
[*organises* sacks of snowdrops, snowflakes, freezias, blue and pink hyacinths, frilly black tulips, purple, white, blue and gold crocuses, jonquils (jonquils?), cyclamen and alstroemeria and a small horde of elves [smirk] to plant them around the bower, then lopes off to the Zone to sulk for a bit, tail twitching irritably...]