Jenna sighs with relief as she watches all the Smallfry outside in the hallway, successfully distracted by muffins and dry ramen noodles. "Thanks for the save," she says, and she places her half-eaten broom away next to the fridge. "I don't know what got into them! I was just doing the weekly fridge sacrifice, y'know, as I do, when they all went berserk! I don't even know where they all came from in the first place. Mr. Grizz isn't going to be happy about them... Or, he wouldn't be, if he were still alive." She chokes back a sob, and you pat her gently on the shoulder.