[While she doesn't come across as very authoritative to him, he can't deny the truth of her words, and he exhales in something like soft resignation.]

Yeah, I guess that's the gist of it. We've got to roll with the punches. Getting transported here was one punch, one could say.

[Seeing the jellycat still wobbling around at Mirabelle's feet, he crouches and takes out a mayonnaise bottle to pour some onto the ground for it. Will his questionable offering be accepted?]