She'd missed...so much pudding over the course of the year. But now she never wants to eat it again. The vines make her jump back, but it seems to be okay. Like the pudding, they're just a memory.

Before they get a chance to scurry under some shrubs, though, she pokes Eddy's shoulder with her elbow. Friendly jab, nothing serious. "Your boy's watching out." Past tense. Technically. But it's nice to see evidence of the cicadas here. Now.