"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.