Zoe, Mind my Deep Dislike of Ritz Crackers

I asked Zoe where my green knitted octopus is and she said “Good things come to those who wait. (Long pause) You’re not going to come back here and clobber me now, are you?” “I’m not making any promises,” I told her.

At this point, I suspect the caliber of my Zoe-made octopus will match or meet (though not exceed) that of this octopus: