Ah, a rather simple request for Freddie. But there are a few problems here. First off, Hugo's not Freddie. Actually, that's pretty much the only problem. But it's a big one. He might be found out. Imminently.

But fate decides to intervene. Hugo dries his sweaty palms on his kilt and--

"My kilt has pockets!" A spontaneously vocalization of a fun discovery, as well as a possible solution to the present problem. "Let's fill these suckers with eggs and drinks."