Dad checks the other side of the note, and finds nothing. She debates taking the knife, but concludes that it wouldn't help them any to carry it around now. If anything, it would probably just make them nervous. She says that it'll be fine to Buddy, and that from now on, she'd keep their backs on HIGH SURVEILLANCE. Nobody was going to mess with them if Dad could help it.
Buddy laughs nervously, and buries itself in pillows some more. It clutches its doll and marimo tightly, and says that it hopes Dad is right.