Ivy didn't hear anything before Jötz reluctant acquiescence but, "No, you are stupid and wrong and also your mother is a goat," and nothing after but, "I'm sorry, you were right, I was wrong."

Having turned the necessary corner between the murderous rage that had been blossoming inside her -- her mother was most certainly [i]not[/i] a goat! -- she grinned ear to ear and began to hum to herself as she skipped back to the sight they'd carved out with her lovely miniature devices. This was turning out to be a grand night, after all. Fire, firefights, bombs, and winning. Ivy [i]loved[/i] winning. 

Jötz long-legged and unhurried stride put him back in their little hovel just a few seconds before Ivy, and she brusquely shoved him aside to clamber up the charred remainders of the tree to peer over the charred remainders of the wall. Lots of charring here. Wonderful stuff, char. 

The giant blue toads had retreated somewhat, gathered, it would seem, around whatever maybe-or-maybe-not fallen adversary they had been reliant upon to save them. They none of them seemed to take notice or interest in the dark-haired girl with a manic smile as she scooted down the length of the tree's thickest limb, apron wrapped around her waist, her hands black with soot. 

Ivy was still singing softly to herself, tuneless, syncopated numbers, on and on, gleeful as a child in a meadow. It was a few moments before she was in a position where she was able to see what exactly had been giant-croaking at them, and what sorts of damage her little explosives had done. 

It turned out...not much. 

Ivy squinted through the dark for a moment, growing quickly frustrated when her eyes didn't adjust fast enough for her to make out what exactly she was looking at. She'd have to fix that later. 

For now, though, she stared through the darkness at the earth writhing with blue bodies, gouts of green and red and yellow splashed here and there from blood, guts, and worse. 

At the center of a mass, there was a lump mound that gleamed slightly in the scant moonlight, roughly the size of a large steer. There was a horrendous smell rising up off the mound. Ivy sniffed, gagged, then grinned, leaning further out over her branch. 

A number of things happened very quickly then. 

The mound gave a croak that breached even Ivy's muffled hearing, simultaneously causing the ground to tremble just enough to cause a cascade of stones to tumble from the wall below her. This, in and of itself was fortunate for two reasons: some of those falling stones crushed and/or trapped the smaller toads still circling their queen, or whatever it was. It also created something of a sand trap between the interior of the walls, and the horde of toads themselves. 

This last part was fortunate because at that precise moment, the burnt and eviscerated trunk of the tree decided to give under Ivy's precarious weight. The thing screamed and groaned and tipped, directly into the toad-swarm, dumping Ivy none too gently upon the pile of rubble. 

The fallen wall had cast some light upon the toad-monster. Ivy stared in mild interested at its burnt and blistered skin. Then she turned to Jötz. 

"Well, they weren't useless. That'll cause some mild irritation, at the very least. The very, [i]very[/i] least." 

Then she cringed as the thing bellowed in her ear before leaping to her feet. 

"Okay, c'mon, time to run again!"