[The puffin starts picking up shaped paper to take back to its burrow while its compatriot is fumbling literally everything on the other side. It bobs its head approvingly at its present being accepted.

Just as there's a loud BEBEEEEEP from Amy's direction, it begins:

Under neighbor. To those who live under us. There are those before who went under, and never returned. There is only paper, and fruit, and forest neighbors left. We are all--

There's one more grumble of puffin noise that never gets translated at all; looks like it's time to move on.]