[He falls silent to listen for whatever Gawain is hearing, but it doesn't take long to pick up on it; it's pretty unmistakable. Is it coming from the floor? Lancelot carefully steps back, trying not to trod on anything, to see what's down there—
There is a frog down there, but not the same one he'd seen before. This one is a pleasant little green frog sitting on a lily pad, even though there's no water to be found for the lily pad to be growing in. It's just sitting there on the floor. Still, even if it's not the same toad, it totally justifies having seen one before, right?!]
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[He falls silent to listen for whatever Gawain is hearing, but it doesn't take long to pick up on it; it's pretty unmistakable. Is it coming from the floor? Lancelot carefully steps back, trying not to trod on anything, to see what's down there—
There is a frog down there, but not the same one he'd seen before. This one is a pleasant little green frog sitting on a lily pad, even though there's no water to be found for the lily pad to be growing in. It's just sitting there on the floor. Still, even if it's not the same toad, it totally justifies having seen one before, right?!]
—That down there?