"Oh, right, right, winter," Whirlwind said, nodding in understanding. Handy glanced at Jacques, who simply shrugged. "Anyway! I suppose we can see her later and just go straight to gramps!" he said, flashing her a winning smile. Her kind expression did not change, and she slowly shook her head. Whirlwind's ears drooped. "Oh... alright, let’s go see Brightmoss."