Lambert regards the gap in the tree with all the enthusiasm of someone ordered to start making out with an ant-infested corpse.

“Well,” he sighs, “Are we all going in the hole?” He glances at Ignatius— assuming the fae is serious about guarding them from further altercations, he can at least guess one person who’ll be going.

“Either way, we should probably know the rest of Summer know where we’re heading. The last thing we want is them to attack the tree while we’re in it.” This is going to be one of those ‘bigger on the inside’ deals, he just knows it.