As if on cue, Anzu, having spotted Pinoko and Tron (standing with someone he does not recognise in the slightest), rushes over, his heels clacking on the ground like dry peas hitting a tin roof. He stops just short of the gathering and bows, rather sloppily and far less stiffly than usual.

"Ahh, sorry, darlings," he chirps. "I ... I'm a very heavy sleeper, you see." It's not a lie, but it's not why he's late. He's late, because he managed to get lost and wasn't about to ask the locals for directions. He still distrusts them.