[Well, left in the company of a Fool, they are surely in good hands. Aren't they?

Having finished his gift for Devin some time ago, the Fool simply sits with his chin pillowed in one palm while he watches the imps finish their work, smiling in enchanted fascination at their antics. They're silly, and not very bright, but their dedication to finishing the knot is endearing. Once it looks nearly complete, he asks them dryly,] How do you intend to transport this knot to your master?