Figg tried to say something back. Perhaps it would have been a scathing insul that would have been a dagger into Belladonna's egot, or perhaps it would have been a witty and thoughtful retort that would have made her laugh.
Unfortunately what she got was,
"I h-bluurggh!" Before more lunch was lost, along with his wonderfully witty and scathing words. Although that still made her laugh, so that was something.
She pulled bucket boy to the side, letting him recover his composure and making sure that he didn't get in the way of any others teleporting in, some of which shared Figg's lunch loss whilst others clearly learned from their previous mishaps and held their breath.
"Are you waiting on someone else?" Figg asked, when he could finally talk once again, as he stood up straight and wiped his mouth clean.
A refreshing and minty air swirled around him, removing any unpleasant smells as well as acting as a slight healing spell to settle the poor druids stomach.
