“I’m not going to hurt you, come on, little goose. Just give me the book back, all right?”

Lucretia’s aware that she looks a little ridiculous kneeling and talking to a goose of all things. But she doubts she’s going to have much luck chasing it down, especially with how fast it managed to snatch the journal. Maybe if she approaches very slowly...

Oh, of course.

Of course, in the middle of a crisis, the only other employee at the agency would be the goose. It’s not like he’d been trying to find his friends, and with the fog rolling in he’s practically trapped here. Between the apocalypse happening outside and the goose... he honestly can’t choose which he’d rather deal with.

“Listen, I know we’ve had our differences in the past, but can we call a truce? Please? Can we try not to destroy the agency right now?”