A sigh, and he throws another pastry into his mouth to chew and buy a little more time. It feels weird to be the one with answers now - but Capochin deserves to know. Or at least, have the opportunity to know what kind of Grove he's going back to.

"We did." A sigh, a big one. "I ain't a fortune teller, or anything like dat. But I guess I'm from da future, then. All of us who came in to help are. If you wanna know, then ask."