You approach the Houndour and the fire, stepping past the Sneasel. The Houndour notices you, stops singing and gasps for a second. "Darling, you are - a - mess!" she says.
The Sneasel gruffly replies "Cause of your singing, I can't get...! And don't call me...!" Then she opens her eyes, notices you, and sits up. "Hey, what the...! Jeez, you - are - a bloody mess!"
"We're at our seeeecret lair, with a nice view of the sea!" the Houndour tells you happily. "So much for secret", interjects the Sneasel. "Oh Sneezy, you're right! Please don't tell anyone!" "Don't call me...!" "She's Sneez, I'm Flare! What's your name, hon?"