Aglet steals closer, eyes on the prize. He checks his feet for dirt before stepping carefully onto the dish and crouching at the side of the pudding, not wanting to leave any marks on the plate. This kind of thing takes finesse, and he glances in the direction the bean went one more time before slipping his knife from its sheath and carving away a neat little sliver from near the bottom of the pudding, the cuts expertly placed to look like an naturally formed crack.

And then everything goes wrong. Though he didn't cut deep enough to open the reservoir outright, the weak point he just introduced into the structure is no match for the pressure of the filling. Just as Aglet rises to run back the way he came the dam gives way, colorful berry filling gushing forth and splashing against his feet. He slips in the viscous fluid and falls hard against the pudding -- indeed, falls right through it and has to flail and splash in ruined pastry to haul himself out of the sodden mess and off the plate. He takes off running for lack of other inspiration, slipping and sliding and leaving a trail even the blindest of beans could follow back toward his last hiding place.