Grimmchild's charm is transferred on the couch, and they wave as Cornifer vanishes out the door.

Maybe they should've warned him about Zote. He's standing outside the map shop, after all...but they're not going to chase him for it. Everyone's dealt with Zote. Iselda can rescue him if there's trouble.

At as much of a loss but not quite as obvious, they adjust Myla's nest a little and then wander to the table, too, and look in at the radishes. Yes, looks like radishes, sliced into manageable chunks. They can't smell it, but they look clean. As they expect they would be, but old Wastes-traveller habits win out, and they poke it with a three-pronged fork resting nearby to make sure.