One of the sneaky little vines is in fact attempting to skirt its way around the Fool's ankle, and he kicks it away with an annoyed scoff. "Klaus, I don't care for the new tenants overmuch," he observes tartly--then quickly hurries over to his display table to make fast the latch on it before one particularly enterprising pumpkin vine can divest him of his work.

He hisses, "Oh no you don't--!" as he quickly secures the case and snatches one or two smaller wooden baubles out of grasping range. Already exasperated and more disheveled than he ever cares to look in front of mixed company, he turns to stare at Klaus. "How are we meant to manage this?"