Random Red Tufts

The red object in the freezer stares out at Gaius and Humboldt.

No wait. It doesn't. It is just a red pot.

Wrapped in a dirty red hat.

This is Ageless's hat, if I'm not mistaken, says Gaius.

He takes it out of the freezer.

Freezer or not, it's unhygienic to have such an object in close contact with their frozen dinners.

Humboldt takes the object, and places it on the table, next to Sweezus's note.

Aha! says Humboldt. A note! Gone to deliver 1st crocs w. T.  S. Who is T.S?

Gaius examines the note while Humboldt unwraps the red pot.

It is crumbly, and bears the mark of the Claw.

There are wavy lines drawn around it. And stick figures, depicting a clam and four fingers. Tufts of red wool sprout from random positions. Which could be unintended. 

Terence's work no doubt, says Humboldt. I wonder where he is? And why he put his pot in the freezer?

Gaius puzzles over the note.

Got it! says Gaius. It's not T.S. It's T. S. which is quite different.

Humboldt puts the pot down and looks at the letters.

Gaius is right!

So T will be Terence, says Gaius. Which explains why he's not here. And S will be Sweezus.

Perhaps we should follow them, says Humboldt.

We must, says Gaius. We can't guarantee Arthur is with them. He is not mentioned.

So what? asks Humboldt.

Arthur can deal with anything, says Gaius.

(This sounds like an exaggeration to Humboldt).

And Terence is impervious, adds Gaius.

(Humboldt agrees).

But Sweezus is vulnerable, says Gaius. Come, let us go after them.

Shall we take a few more pairs of Crocs with us, as a second delivery? asks Humboldt.

Excellent idea, says Gaius.

(Humboldt is pleased).

And what about this pot? asks Humboldt.

Yes, the pot, says Gaius. Bring it. It may come in useful.

How exactly? asks Humboldt. It isn't well made.

But Gaius is looking for pairs of Crocs in different sizes, and not listening.

So, the red pot is coming.