[Monts puts a finger to her chin as if considering a very serious offer so her reply doesn't come immediately. She'll give a shrug when she's ready though.]

Oh, why not? It's going to be full soon from the dinner rolls I sacrificed to it.

[In fact, it's finishing up the smiley face made of dinner roll crumbs right now. As the goose gulps it up, it shakes its feathers and honks as if content with the meal.]

First, we should probably just watch it. Or pretend not to so we can trail behind it ourselves. Follow the feathers and all.