Soft's Bar
With convenient or inconvenient timing, Greif hovers in with Snickers and Foxglove in tow. "Found 'em!" the griffin proclaims with a crooked grin.
"Um, hi," Snickers sheepishly smiles. "So, uh, I have no idea what's going on..."
Snickers looks at the crater in the floor. "Wait, what-"
"Don't ask," Greif deadpans.