The trunk is where the fork must be! Of course, a precious gift item would be locked away. Edgard gracelessly slides across the floor towards it and tries to pry it open with his fingers. No luck.

He checks his pockets and under his shirt. He doesn't have anything to pick a lock on him. He turns in a circle thinking. The fire pokers! He leans to grab one and inserts it into the lock.

It a great deal of effort and Edgard finds himself with his ear pressed to the trunk listening when it clicks. The top of the trunk opens and hits him hard on the head. He curses loudly forgetting his location.