Oh, it's that angel... who's now a skeleton furry. Okay then. Come to think of it, he's met the bloody guy too. He'd really better assume he doesn't actually know either, that their Portland-selves aren't good reflections of them. Hopefully they'll think the same of him.

Julien winces and starts to reach out/stand up at the vague threat against the egg but stops himself, and is glad Marinette says it instead. Don't be nest-obsessed, Julien. ...Does this mean he won't be able to eat hen eggs anymore? He hopes not, eggs are delicious. "Yeah, uh... what are you going to do with her?"