Amun
You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises
Opening his mouth to inform her that yes, indeed, he was in charge and she better not forget it, he caught the flash of movement in the corner of his eye. Only this time it wasn't a gourd, but that damned illusion of a house. "Fuck!" he growled, already springing forward. "Maea, it's not real! Snap out of it."
Already the first pumpkin was jumping forward at her, mouth open wide. There were other shadows following it that resolved into more gourds. Unfortunately, she was between him and the incoming attackers. So he activated his phasing upgrade and swung his arms out. Moving through her, he kept the buckets in motion, using them as makeshift weapons to bat away the squash. They splattered against the wood as he smashed them.
For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid