Well, fine, but only if they replace that mystery with an exploration of what new things Drift can do with his face.

"The battle?" It was a bit of an overstatement, Wing thought, to consider one tentacle beast and its admittedly annoying tentakids a 'battle' but...

"Oh. Oh." He gives a sheepish laugh, scratching the back of his neck. "I was just about to, you know, before I was here."

But Drift looks upset, for some reason. Or unhappy. Or something. Well, not all problems get solved by slicing them to deli meat. Some problems need hugging. He's figuring this is one of those. And if not, he could throw Drift across the room for old time's sake?