Oh... yes, Adalhard. [Rinea hesitates in her foraging, staring bemusedly down at her task.]

Well... I scolded him, and I'm afraid he's thrown something of a fit over it. [She continues her movements more slowly, separating the fungi by type as she speaks.]

You recall Celliwig, of course. Well-- even after you escorted us safely out of the fight, he refused to leave...