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

Looking down at the buckets he held in each hand, Amun shook his head. Glancing up at Maea, he smiled. "Gonna dump this in a huge pile with the rest of my clay supplies. That's about as far as I had envisioned." He cocked his head to one side. "Why, did you want me to make you something pretty?"

It was quieter in the twilight, and Ascended hearing was pretty good. So when he heard the rustling of branches on either side of them and the crackling of leaves above he frowned. "You hear that?" He scanned their surroundings for the source of the noise.

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