Perhaps later, then.

[Later, he will have forgotten all about it. But for now Bertie brightens at the mention of a ride home. He likes vehicles.]

Jolly good of you to offer, Nikkie. I'm only a trifle sozzled, not all the way to the back gills, so I reckon I could grasp hold well enough.

Oh, I say, that filly coming out of the flower shop doesn't look dressed for gardening at all. [He peers around Niko at the door to the Petal and Stamen with a wrinkled nose.]