"I understand if you have to go. Just remember, my door is always open if you want to come back." She waved her cigarette at Grimalkin, sitting on the other side of the table. "Grim, darling, you know the way, right?"

Grimalkin yawned widely and stretched. Curling his tail around himself, he regarded the Exile Queen without blinking and twitched an ear. "I believe you and I still have a wager to settle," he purred. "One that you lost, if you remember."

"You are a horrid creature, Grimalkin." Leanansidhe sighed and puffed a smoke-cat into the air, then sent a smoke-hound after it. "It seems I am destined to lose bargains today. Very well, cat, you can have your bloody favor. And may you choke on it when you try to call it in."

Grimalkin purred and seemed to smile. "This way," he told them, waving his tail as he stood. "We will have to go back through the cellar, but the trod is not far. Just be wary when we get there--Leanansidhe failed to mention that this particular spot is infested with bogles."

"What about Goodfellow?" Ash said, before Lise could ask what a bogle was. "Should he know where were going, or are we going to leave him behind?"

Right. They didn't care.

" ...He should know. We can't leave him in the dark. "

Ash nodded and went to go find him.

He sings for an entire half hour, not stopping even once, and not once realizing anybody's listening to him.

she doesn't go with him and waits.

The fey who had overheard listened the whole time

Well, for all she knows, one of the chairs, plates, or utensils could actually be Puck in disguise.

that would be weird, but she wasn't about to look through the entire house for him.

Of course not. After quite a while, Ash finally returned.