"Long enough," the Fool huffs, swatting at the hissing and spitting little monsters as they cavort and caper around like... well, like he might've, when he was just a little Fool. One or two of Leo's bibirus hop past to nibble at a few errant vines; Klaus's solution, apparently.

"Since this morning," he allows at last. "I don't know where they came from, but I wish they would go back!"