The magic bubble is crowded as Ballista, Logan, and Garagos surround Grackle. With all the big-folk around, he scurries over to one side of the bubble, letting Garagos and Logan stay in the comparatively-flat bottom/floor of the bubble. It's some 9 feet in diameter, so nobody has to crouch, but Grackle sits along one side, letting the Admiral go. The weasel scampers up Garagos for a moment, sniffs, then hops over to Logan's shoulder instead.
"Don'cha like the bubble? It's nice an' cozy an' safe. I likes the bubble. I wish I could roll 'round in it, but it don't move." the gnome mumbles. It wasn't so noticeable before, but up close, in the bubble with Grackle........he smells. There's a nice, earthy smell of dirt and grass and flowers. And there's sweat-stink. You're not sure Grackle ever washes his socks. Or anything else. He even smells a bit of blood and ichor from monsters he's fought, or the corpses he's crawled over while adventuring with Jill and Ballista recently.
But mostly, it's just the smell of soil and unwashed socks.
"....Ya wanna play a game?" Grackle asks.