Pumpkin, perhaps sensing that something is amiss, sits up a little bit and wags her vine tail anxiously, making an inquisitive noise at Strange. What's up, Magic Man? You look a little bit off! It's freaking her out a little bit!

Peridot, on the other hand, is very insistent on pursuing this line of conversation further, and keeps slurring at him as he shuffles away from her. "No. No. Listen: If you use the mirrors as a doorway, and YOU are the mirror-- Then YOU are the doorway. So how can you go through yourself?" she babbles. "I'm jusss saying, it's a natural contradiction of logic! It's--" she breaks off into a fit of her awful, nasally goblin laughter. "It's a PERIdox, Strange. A peridox. Do you get it?"