Chapter 87: This (belongs to/is) a museum!

A sharp trill from the intercom notified me that the gates unlocked. I was torn between mortification and peevishness and settled on just pushing the gates open just a sliver and squeezing myself in before Avarice had something more to say to me.

The tall wall around Avarice's mini-mansion hid a small, but nice garden in it, trimmed and well-kept. I wasn't surprised to see that most of the flowers in it were in different shades of blue. It was all tastefully and artfully made, and no doubt required a dedicated gardener to keep even and alive.