Oh. Right. [Marco follows Fiddleford's tail with his eyes.] You, uh... just keep growing, don't you?

[He remembers when nagas used to creep him out. Oh, god. Oh, sweet lord, help him.]

We should, erm... The living room. [He turns, points and heads towards it.] That's probably the best place, I'm... I'm sure you'll fit on the couch somehow.