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Setting aside the fact that the boss disappeared partway through the trip, Zogi was certainly pleased with the work that everyone put in for the betterment of their home. He lead the way with a spring in his step, the mounds of moss in his arms doing nothing to weigh him down in the moment. After all, while his fellow monsters may have exhausted themselves, the goblin himself felt absolutely fine. He nodded at the treant for helping with retrieving Zoppy, before the combined quintet of fodder-monsters returned to the dank depths of the dungeon, where...something had probably changed, but Zogi certainly didn't notice.

While naga, kobold, treant, and Zoppy lounged about, Zogi himself got to work. Big Boss had laid claim to the wildflowers that were collected, which was fine, since Muste deserved a treat too for being the head 'chef' of the Dungeon. As for the rest? Zogi brought over what round rubble they had obtained during their previous excavations, then draped moss over it to create what he hoped would be a somewhat-soft, mostly-hard cushion for one to sit or lay upon. The monotonous nature of the cave system was broken up as well by scattering the gathered leaves around, creating both a satisfying crinkling sound when someone stepped upon them, while also masking the otherwise boring dark-brown nature of the dungeon. Finally, of course, he moved on to enable his magnum opus!

Sticks! With sticks! And sticks!

Sitting crossed-legged before a slightly indentation in the floor, upon which he had gathered the driest twigs found, Zogi rolled his shoulders, rubbed his nose for good luck, held two sticks together, and began to rub them very fast.

Naturally, he did not know the proper method of making fire.

Unfortunately, no one in the dungeon knew either.