As the Knight Bus sped away, Vinda turned to look at her three companions. "All right, you primitive screwheads, listen up," she said. "Grindelwald has put me in charge of this expedition."
"Really?" asked Jacob sarcastically. "I thought I was in charge here."
"SILENCE, NITWIT!" yelled Vinda. "Anyway, Grindelwald will be joining us as soon as he's finished with Scamander. I would very much like to impress him by finding the next clue before he gets here, maybe even finding the Toenail of Icklibõgg itself. Any questions?"
"Yes," said Queenie. "What will the Toenail of Icklibõgg do to house-elves? Will it kill them? Where exactly does the Toenail come down on the whole beasts vs. beings question?"
"Does it matter?" asked Vinda spitefully. It turns out Vinda hated all house-elves because a house-elf once spilled tea on her, which was especially egregious because she had actually wanted coffee. This is canon now.
"Well, I think it does," said Queenie, crossing her arms. "House-elves are very human-like. I think it'd be wrong to kill them all."
"If you're having doubts about this, maybe you should come back to the good side," Jacob suggested virtuously.
"No, I have to do this to win your love," said Queenie.
"If you want to win my love, the first thing you need to do is to reject these heinous villains. I'm not saying that will be enough after all you've done, but it'd be the first step."
"Shut up, Jacob!" said Queenie. "What would you know about what I'd have to do to win your love?"
"QUIET, PEONS!" yelled Vinda. "Follow me into the Labyrinth now or I'll be forced to torture Abernathy again!"