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

Snorting at Maea's response, Amun nodded. "Sure. I'll do that." Instead of bothering to pick off gourd innards, he just stripped off his shirt. He wiped the worst of the mess from his skin and hair before offering it to her.

Shrugging, he glanced in the direction of the Woodland. "Seriosuly, don't worry about the clay. There are other, not surrounded by gourd deposits we can go to, alright?" He sighed and flipped a finger in the direction of the damned squash.

Gaze drawn back to her at the mention of the house, he pressed his lips together. "I'm not a huge fan either, but you did good. Didn't let it stop you from fighting back. Next time you see it, you'll do even better." Of course, he didn't know that he'd actually be the one to encounter the house for real.

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