[Oh that's... happening. Molly isn't sure what he's more surprised to- the surprise goblin hugs or the flowers revealing what he's assuming are Nott's inner thoughts and he still doesn't understand how any of that works or if he can even trust it.

But when someone hugs him, his first instinct is to hug back and so he wraps his arms around her in kind.] Are you talking to me or the flowers? Also, I have barely had time to miss you. How long did it take before...

[Well, there's no nice way to answer that, is there? The flowers, meanwhile, have picked up the slack as Molly's head starts cycling through every horrible option..

"How long did it take before you went down?"

"Did Beau, Caleb, and Keg get away?"

"Did we win?"

"What are you talking about?"

Okay, she's right. The plants need to shut up. Without putting Nott down, Molly stands and begins to forward march in a direction, cradling her as he once cradled Toya.] And that's enough of this. We're finding a nice, quiet place to unpack whatever the fuck is going on here.