"Sure, I'll get a little box for you," Zee replies brightly as she gathers a little cardboard clamshell box and offers it to Harley. "It was fun talking to you. I hope you'll stop by again."
And then?
Harley says the Q-Word.
Zee immediately freezes, reaching behind her apron to grab one of her tonfa in expectation of swarms of black tentacles to erupt out of the floorboards from the basement!
.
..
...
But nobody came.
She blinks.
Slowly relaxes.
Then mutters, "Huh. Is it gone? Quiet?"
Nothing.
"Quiet."
Still nothing.
"It sure is quiet at Trog's today!"
And then suddenly a giant mass of nope, still nothing.
"I'm not sure whether I should be relieved or disappointed," Zee laughs.