The man playfully puts a finger to the plesiosaur's lips, who puffs out his cheeks in kind.

Cheth: No, no... THAT would be FAR too much. She can interpret our little double act however she wants... so long as she remains suitably discombobulated.

The woman leans on the plesiosaur's neck, and puts a hand to her mouth, as if to fake-whisper.

Cheth: Do you think Snowbelle will be able to handle all of this, Cheth? The poor dear has so many lies to juggle today.

The main raises a finger in cheerful protest.

Cheth: Ah, but she's a very smart cookie, Cheth! I'm sure she'll do perfectly fine. She only needs to guide them. She doesn't even need to speak! ...SPEAKING of which...

The man looks the other way, where the plesiosaur has reached offscreen, bringing forth the wooden bucket containing the fragments of Pavel's mask.

Cheth: ...Maybe we CAN afford ourselves one more small shenanigan.