Right, well, at least that gets him out of Herbert's hair (fur?) for a little while. He takes a safety pin out of his pocket as well after a moment, just in case Ignatius requires it, and then sets to properly tidying up his sewing kit back into his pockets.

"Are we supposed to stay here in this garden," he asks the tapir once he's done, lying down and peering over the table's edge, "or are we continuing on somewhere else? Iii really have no idea what all this is about. I didn't even talk to Samyaza."