“I definitely wanted to make them somewhere to sleep, at least,” Ienzo agreed with a nod, indicating his bundle of grass. “I’ve read that this can be used to stuff mattresses, and it seems easier than trying to gather enough feather down on short notice.”

He looked a little doubtful. “I’m … worried about them staying for the winter, however. I conduct experiments and research within my treehouse, and I’ve been told they can be difficult to sleep through.”

Mostly the chemical smells seemed to bug people, it seemed. He generally didn’t do anything involving explosions. “But I don’t want to turn them out, either?”