Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
CAKEWALK TO GLORYANNA BY L. J. STECHER, JR. [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from The job was easy. The profit was enormous. The only trouble was—the cargo had a will of its own! Captain Hannah climbed painfully down from the Delta Crucis , hobbled across the spaceport to where Beulah and I were waiting to greet him to take care of it—kept us apart until we both cooled down a little. Then, although still somewhat dubious about it, she let us go together across the field to the spaceport bar. I didn't ask Captain Hannah why he had socked me. Although he has never been a handsome man, he usually has the weathered and austere dignity that comes from plying the remote reaches among the stars. Call it the Look of Eagles. Captain Hannah had lost the Look of Eagles. His eyes were swollen almost shut every inch of he had tangled with a hive of misanthropic bees. The gold-braided hat after all?" I suggested. He glared at me in silence. "Perhaps you would like a drink first, and then you would be willing to tell me about it?" I decided that his wince was intended for a nod, and ordered rhial. I only drink rhial when I've been exposed to Captain Hannah. It was almost a pleasure to think that I in a travesty of his usual forceful voice. "But some things it should never try." He lapsed back into silence after this uncharacteristic admission. I almost felt sorry for him, but just then Beulah came racking across the field with her two-ton infant in tow, to show her off to Hannah. I walled off my pity. He had foisted those two maudlin mastodons off onto The success of that venture—even if the job had turned out to be more they relented and, for the first time in history, gave their assent. In fact, they had seemed delighted. "I got them there safely," said Captain Hannah. "And they are growing all right?" I persisted. "When I left, marocca was growing like mad," said Captain Hannah. I relaxed and leaned back in my chair. I no longer felt the need of rhial for myself. "Tell me about it," I suggested. "It was you who said that we should carry those damn plants to "You'll remember that I warned you that we should take some marocca out into space and solve any problems we might find before committing ourselves to hauling a full load of it?" asked Captain Hannah. "We couldn't," I protested. "The Myporians gave us a deadline. If we had gone through all of that rigamarole, we would have lost the had lined up for Gloryanna and Jumped, I figured, like you said, that the trip would be a cakewalk. "Do you remember how the plants always keep their leaves facing the aimed right at sunrise. So the stem looks like a corkscrew?" "You think so? That solution was one of yours, too, wasn't it?" He gazed moodily at his beaker of rhial. "I must admit it sounded good to me, too. In Limbo, moving at multiple light-speeds, the whole "For Heaven's sake, why not?" "For Heaven's sake why should it? With no gravity for reference, how were the plants supposed to know that the 'sun' was supposed to be moving?" and they can only take a few extra hours of night time before they run down." "Oh," said Captain Hannah in quiet tones of controlled desperation, "it was very simple. I just put enough spin on the ship to make artificial gravity, and then I strung a light and moved it every fifteen minutes a membrane, so that sometimes two of the things will touch and gently a wide cylinder with a piston with a handle, and a hose that you squirt the water out of, or can suck water in with. The way you use it is, you float up on up it and tries to drown you. Then you pull up on the piston, and draw that or suicide. I had begun to get the feeling that they were stalking me. So I drew a blank." "Then after that you were all right, except for the tedium of moving must be more. You haven't told me why you hid out in the bathroom, yet." "Not yet," said Captain Hannah. "Like you, I figured I had the situation fairly well under control, but like you, I hadn't thought things through. The plastic membranes hadn't torn when we brought the "There were thousands and thousands of them, and each one of them made a tiny, maddening whine as it flew." around me to try to clear the nearby air a little, so that I could have room to think. The midges loved it. But the plants that were in reach died so fast that you could watch their leaves curl up and drop off. cloud—by spreading it all through the ship—or whether to try to block to do, I tried to translate what I could of the Myporian instructions. It was on page eleven that it mentioned casually that the midges—the correct word is carolla—are a necessary part of the life cycle of the marocca. The larvae provide an enzyme without which the plants die. "Of course. I immediately stopped slapping at the relatively few midges was to me. "And it was unnecessary, too. Because apparently the carolla had fill itself full to bursting before it will reproduce. If I had the translation done correctly, they were supposed to dart gracefully around, catching carolla on the wing and stuffing themselves happily. "I had to find out what was wrong with my awkward dingleburys. And that, of course, meant going out into the ship again. But I had to do seem to be having any trouble, but was acting like the book said it capturing her prey by sound alone. I must say that I agreed with him, but it seemed to be a good time for me to keep my mouth shut. "Well, after the dingleburys had eaten and propagated, they became inquisitive. They explored the whole ship, going into places I wouldn't hours, after the blossoms appear and are visited by the dingleburys. No dingleburys, no growth stoppage. other to the point where they curled up and died, and I had to do it gently , surrounded by a bunch of worried dingleburys. "Every time they got a little too worried, or I slipped and bumped into or to me. They drove the dingleburys wild, though, I'm happy to say. Made them forget all about me. "While they were having their orgy, I caught up on my reading. It whatever they need against the time of the next explosive period of translated very carefully—it required an 'organic processor'. "When I opened the airlock door, though, the spores drifting outside set the customs inspectors to sneezing and swearing more than seemed reasonable at the time." Captain Hannah inhaled a sip of rhial, and seemed to be enjoying the powerful stuff. He acted as if he thought he had finished. "Well, go on," I urged him. "The marocca plants were still in good shape, weren't they?" Hannah nodded. "They were growing luxuriously." He nodded his head a couple of more times, in spite of the discomfort it must have given him. "They'll send you the bill. They don't figure it will take them more than a few months to complete the job." Captain Hannah stopped talking and stood up, painfully and a little unsteadily. END

<question>:
What kind of literary device is being used in the story’s title?

<options>:
A Metonymy: “Cake Walk” is a literal attribute/adjunct for the part of the ship Captain Hannah grows the marocca in.
B Irony: Captain Hannah faces so many trials and tribulations during his time with the plants that his voyage is very much NOT a cakewalk to Gloryanna.
C Metaphor: Cake walk is a metaphor the narrator uses to describe Captain Hannah’s journey once complete. They were both surprised at the venture’s absurd ease.
D Euphemism: “Cake walk” is used by the narrator to politely suggest that the plants had their way with Captain Hannah.

<answer>:

B