squashed in like sardines

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

Amun chortled at Maea's description of his work as relaxing. Arching an eyebrow, he shook his head. "I'll have to make you sit at my wheel some time, then we'll see if you're singing the same tune." Humming a low note, his brow furrowed. "In theory? Yes, but in practice I haven't made a flute before. I'm sure I can manage something given enough tries." He inclined his head to her.

Snorting, he narrowed his eyes. "If it's the gourds, or anything else that's too powerful or too numerous, you'll teleport away from them and I'll walk through them." Then, as if to challenge that notion, there was a plopping sound from in front of them as a large pumpkin with teeth to spare plummeted from the canopy and landed directly in their path.

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid