Logan vastly overstays their welcome, screwing around on the snow-covered beach in their bathing suit (?? why) and nosing around upstairs - and then everything starts happening all at once.
Minuet: THIS IS KIND OF EXCRUCIATING
Logan: Holy shit!
Minuet: COULD I GET A PAINKILLER OR SOMETHING
Logan, fleeing downstairs: HEY, ONE OF YOUR BREEDERS IS GOING TO POP A SPROG
Logan: Oh wait, you know what? Who cares, the fun’s about to start.
Pearl: I care, and I think maybe you should--
Mina: I keep hearing this annoying whine, but somehow it doesn’t bother me anymore? Huh, funny old world.
Mina: Oh whoops. It’s already that time?
DEATH: YEP.
Mina: Oh shell, I still had stuff to do! You think you could wait a minute before-- wait, is that a drink? Are those dancing girls?
DEATH: AS MANY AS YOU LIKE.
Mina: Well then! Don’t cry, you lot, I’m gonna have whale of a time. 8) See ya, suckerfish!
[The household sobs as one, mourning the loss of their fish pun matriarch. The guests feel really awkward.]