Winter drops the leaf and wipes her hand off on her dress, wrinkling her nose in distaste. Blech.

"Easier said than done," she says, following behind the lot of them finally, still scanning the area as she moves, half in wonder, half out of paranoia. "Maybe...Climb up on Pepsi, then hop across Ms. Treetops back to get up on the table?" A pause. "Going to get Pouch to find me a b-broom when we get out of here."