Serge shakes his head. "Nope! It's kind of exciting, don't you think? There's this place most people avoid and we get to explore it. Monsters... I think Bombs, but they're not that hard, just get rid of 'em before they blow up. And there's those frogs-"

Serge is cut off, unfortunately, by a trio of voices, raised in verse.
"-Fillet of a fenny snake, in the cauldron boil and bake! Eye of newt and tongue of frog-"
"It never was tongue of frog, it was toe."
"Don't you start with me, Sandy! Tongue of frog, says right here!"
"I reckon it was toes, dear. You know your 'andwriting ain't the best.

Serge... has to stop. Should they turn back? It sounds like they've interrupted something. He looks up at Terra, silently asking.

"I- oh, kupo nuts. Yes, yes, I see it, it was toes after all.
"You did at least bring one toe, didn't you?"
"I... I didn't, I thought we just needed the tongue-"
"Idiot girl. Cindy and I remembered to bring everything! We've been planning this evening for months and you've forgotten the toe of frog! I suppose you've forgotten slips of yew, as well!"
"Now it ain't all Mindy's fault, Sandy; now I think on it I think I've sat on me lizard's leg a bit-"