"Wembley, I'm back!" The door opened as Boober backed his way through it, carefully pushing it shut with an elbow, his hands full with a basket. "You wouldn't believe the laundry options Silly Creatures have!"

On turning he glanced up, then gasped sharply and backed up against the door. "W-Wembley! Gobo! Is he alright-??" He sniffed the air, then reeled and pulled the basket up to his face, cursing his sensitive nose.

"What is that smell? Is it Gobo??"