He hovers there awkwardly while Tim reaches into his shoulder and snaps his hand back. Yeah, welcome to the party. He'd wave but there's no more flour.

He wishes he could agree with Greta, too, visibly - a nod, anything - because this is better. There's no way he can tell Tim that. This sucks and it's stupid and complicated, but it's better, anything is better, than being trapped and taunted by godlike cat fuckers forever.

"We'll figure this out too," says Bee helpfully. "It is progress." She looks at Tim. "I have a bag of flour you can take with you," she says, "if you two want to go back downstairs."

Is she kicking them out? No, weirdly enough, it seems more like she's just... offering Tim an exit. Like she knows that's what he wants. Who is this girl, and how did Tim let her get so close?