“Oh, spare me, you’re not getting a thank you. You’re just poking us to see what we do. What was that with the,” she waves vaguely, “attempted snatching of the nerd, huh? How was that supposed to help anything but your curiosity?”

"We never claimed to do anything but that!" they say, straightening back up. "Knives is fun. You're fun. Zash is fun. The human is fun. And it's a very human thing, isn't it, to take sides like that? We just do what we want to. You, too."

“I sure do. But you hate that you can’t see into people’s heads like the plants do, hm? Can’t just cheat and know, gotta go poking. Good luck with that. Poke elsewhere, I’ve got a job to do.”

"Ooh, ouch. Guess you see right through us, too, don't you? Alright, alright, we'll stop buggin' ya." They grin even more widely. "Get it? Bugging? Anyway! Nice seein' ya."

And they dissolve into a mass of worms that flies off again.

“Hilarious.”

Her cigarette is almost a nub. She tosses it aside and steps on its cinders to put it out properly. Back to a very boring night.