Klaus shook one of the creeping tendrils off his own ankles as he took in the sheer scope of how much of his shop had been taking over. He'd been warned about this - Daemids apparently. And while he was generally inclined towards curiosity, they were already causing chaos with the Fool's woodwork and that. That was untenable.

"Please hold them off for one minute," Klaus said, now quite awake. "I'll be right back."

He didn't wait for an affirmation from the Fool - an idea had occurred to Klaus and he bolted upstairs. There was the sound of his heavy footfalls as he shuffled around his apartment, and he returned shortly, his arms full of Leonardo's tiny army of bibirus.

Setting down the soft little bunbirds, they charged like little soldiers into the patch of pumpkins, crunching, munching and nibbling at stalk, leaf and gourd.

The Daemids, seeing the dreaded lagomorphs, fled as their pumpkin homes were gnawed on.

Klaus grabbed the brooms from the cleaning cupboard and tossed one to the Fool.

"We can shoo them off, and then we'll handle the remains."