The good news for Dylas was, the soup was smelling stronger than ever as they made their way into the kitchen. Mister Yeti even seemed to have heard him as they approached, repeating the word, "Punch... punch..." to himself, following finally by, "needs more punch..."

Midna drew back slightly as the large furry man, that wasn't Dylas, sniffed in the air, his eyes widening as he caught wind of something. "Uh. WHAT?! GOOD SMELL!" Uh oh Dylas, he's looking right at you now. "What you have, uh?!" And here come some massive hands right at you to find out.