After getting some alone time, Jessa turned invisible so the other Fraggles couldn't detect her presence. Not that she didn't want to associate with them, but she didn't want to greet everyone who acknowledged her. Jessa also felt alien in a place like this. All the laughing, giggling, and partying were so foreign to her. Hence the reason she wanted to remain invisible. Jessa then observed the Fraggles diving into the pond and chattering before turning her attention back to the Doozers building their towers.
"I wonder why they decided here of all places to build." She said to herself.
Before she could continue, Jessa saw Wembley snacking on the bridge the Doozers had completed, making herself visible again before approaching him.
"What are you doing?" Jessa asked in confusion.
"Having a snack. Why?"
"Won't the Doozers get mad?"
"We don't mind if you Fraggles eat our constructions." One Doozer replied on Wembley's behalf. "It just means that we're good at doing our job."
Jessa didn't know what to say, watching them go on their way down the scaffolding.
"Jessa, you've never eaten a Doozer construction before?"
"No. What does it taste like?"
Wembley reached forward to tear off a piece and hand it to Jessa.
"Here, try one."
Jessa took it and stared at it before nibbling. Once the flavor hit her taste buds, she hummed.
"It's salty and crunchy. Not bad."
"I agree. The Doozer constructions are tasty."
Jessa continued to eat the building material with Wembley and chat with him.
Meanwhile, Boober was in his hole reading various books but was getting nowhere with his research. He couldn't pinpoint the reason behind his wagging tail, which had long stopped and now rested behind him. He then let out a frustrated sigh.
"Nothing!" He pouted before slamming his head down on the book.
Boober then thought about doing laundry to calm his nerves when he heard Wembley's voice. He did not react to his friend, but once he heard Jessa talking, Boober perked up, sighing nervously as his tail wagged.
"So that's where the Doozers came from," Jessa said to him as they walked back to where Boober was.
"Yeah. They come from the Cavern of Lost Dreams. I know this because Boober told me. Right, Boober?"
"Huh?" Boober asked his friend.
"I was telling Jessa about the Doozers."
"Yeah, and they build with salty edibles. Pretty tasty."
Before Boober could respond, his tail wagged again, thumping the side of his hole. Although he hid it before anyone could see.
"What the hell is that noise?" Jessa asked.
"Oh uh, nothing," Boober answered her.
"Doesn't sound like nothing."
Boober nervously fidgeted with the page of his book.
"Hey Boober, did you find anything on tail wagging?" Wembley asked while walking closer.
Boober died a little inside hearing him say that in front of Jessa.
"No Wembley, I haven't."
Boober tried to calm himself to keep his tail from wagging so much, though he found it difficult to do with Jessa present.
"I've read through every book and I haven't found one solution."
Jessa stared at them indifferently as they spoke before Mokey entered the room with a large painting, taking the focus off of Boober's problem.
"I finally finished my painting!" She announced joyfully. "Isn't it lovely?"
"A painting, huh," Jessa replied. "I want to see."
She and Wembley walked over to see the masterpiece that Mokey had created.
"Wow, that's such a beautiful painting, Mokey." Wembley complimented her.
"What's the inspiration behind it?" Jessa asked.
"The way the sun looks when it's at a particular angle. All the flowers look so lovely and prominent. And you can really see what color the gorg's castle is."
"A gorg? I remember hearing about them in passing." Jessa replied.
"Have you seen one before?" Wembley asked.
"No. Not in person."
"Consider yourself lucky," Boober interjected as he walked closer. "Because gorgs are mean, vicious, and they always want to capture Fraggles and torture them."
"Yikes." Jessa replied cooly.
"But we usually get away before he takes us," Wembley added.
"True," Mokey replied. "Well, I need to decide where to hang this. Jessa, can you help me?"
Jessa didn't reply, but followed Mokey in response. The girls then left the room, giving Boober and Wembley some privacy.
"Boober, were you blushing?"
"Define blushing."
Boober got up to put his books away as Wembley answered him.
"Your cheeks were red when Jessa was close to you."
Boober sighed, still putting away his books.
"And your tail wouldn't stop wagging."
"Yes, thanks for pointing that out."
"I'm only trying to help, Boober."
"Forget about it. I'm going to wash socks."
Boober left, passing Jessa and Mokey still discussing where to place the painting. He stole yet another glance at Jessa, sighing lovingly before heading to where his bucket and washboard were.