Gwen Mains, May You Come Back Tomorrow?

On the other side of the wrought iron front gate are two large people wearing identical red pajamas and fancy boots, holding a big sky blue egg. The bigger of the two is covered with quills, like a hedgehog, and smiles with blocky teeth. Gwen just stares at them for a moment. Then she looks down at her best pair of slacks poking out below her bathrobe and then her slippers. It's kind of late, uh, can you come back tomorrow? We cannot, says the tall one with the hedgehog quills; we are running out of time.