The five of you were resting in the hut after a long travel to the hayfields, a remote town.

Clementine: Thinking of lyrics for a song

Kingsley: yelling at Perrine I don’t do anything for free! Everybody loves me, I’m the handsome one! So I should have a say in what we do! We should tell the tale of…

Perrine: responding calmly to Kingsley We’re not making a song about trees, it’s too much, we’re not doing, how the heck did you even get Clemmie to agree to this, poor Cole is suffering…

Cole: strumming his banjo depressingly and muttering lyrics to himself to keep calm And the hound… is… humming you… a lie, a lullaby…