Amidst the oohs and aahs rising from the table as the pudding was brought out, Asclepius looked over at his stage-wife proudly. Cutting into it with his fork, he stifled a gasp to discover a vial containing a bit of parchment baked right inside the pudding. He slipped it into a pocket as he put a forkful into his mouth.
"A triumph, my dear. Another triumph," he announced after a minute or two, to the delight of the rest of the Cratchits.

"And, now, if I may... A toast. To the founder of our feast, Mr. Ebenezer Scrooge."