A Promised Visit

And then, to their horror, they discovered something almost nigh unforgiveable! Unbecoming! Uncouth! The map was the ONLY thing in their possession. They were visiting someone, and not just ANYONE, but the daughter of a GODDESS. They hadn't a single gift, an offering to indicate their highest respect and the honor they felt at being allowed to visit such an esteemed and undoubtedly welcoming host.

Most unorthodox! MOST UNORTHODOX INDEED.

But they couldn't just turn around and trek back through who knows how many blobling-bounces of swamp for an unknown... something! They doubted they would find something suitable in this dreary, terrible swamp. Perhaps if they made a slight detour into the Climate Caves?

Hmm.

They stopped a moment to rest against a bleeding heart tree, frowning in thought.

The gift needed to be something simple yet elegant, but what-

They glanced at the galanthillas spread out around the base of the bleeding heart tree. Wigglesworth paused.

Well, now...

Those were quite lovely, weren't they? A sight for sore eyes in the otherwise dismal and undesirable swamp.

But he couldn't just hand an unorganized mess of flowers to the daughter of a goddess. This needed to be a tidy gift! Perhaps if there were some sort of fabric or-

They eyed the vines of the cyril stars.

"Say, now!" Wigglesworth brightened and bounded over to eye the vines and the dark blue leaves. "Yes. Yes indeed. This may just work."

Wigglesworth beamed with pride in themselves. "Wigglesworth, you ole gentleblobling you, you've done it again!"

They would've patted themself on the back, but they had no hands in which to do so. In any case, the pink gentleblobling got to work. By the end of their trek through the swamp, they had a bouquet of galanthillas at the ready tied up in a neat little bow by a cyril star vine and set in a short makeshift vase made out of the dark blue leaves of the cyril stars.

Hopefully, Reinala would like their gift.