Foxglove drifted off towards the edge of town, where Tweedle was waiting. He looked unhappy. Also, he had eaten a chunk of ground.

"We're going teleporting! Isn't that fun?"
"<...M...Maybe?>"
"...Good enough. It'll be OK."


...And then presumably went to look for Godwyn and found him.

"..."

She stared at him for a while, though not for any particular reason.