1- It was probably Greebo’s fault, but Nanny Ogg wouldn’t blame her one-eyed darling (she was the only person in the universe who still saw a sweet fluffy kitten rather than an auxiliary member of the apocalypse club sans horse), so she told herself that an errant breeze had tipped the remainder of her bottle of Passion’s Philtre into the cake mix. Trouble was, Nanny didn’t notice the ‘scene of the crime’ till after the cake had been delivered. Good thing those two lads were fond of each other.