"Thank you," Marzipan said earnestly as she took the box. It was lighter than it looked, although the insides shifted and moved... like there was something living inside. Still, it didn't matter to her what was inside the box, only that she could lift it, and she hefted the small crate with expert care. While her head may still be rattled and her senses addled, her arms were strong and her grip unfailing. Even through the jostling and awkward assent, there would be no chance of her dropping it. 

Reaching the opening, with one hand Marzipan cast about for help climbing out of the flue. The other still clutching the box, and she was utterly unperturbed by the hissing sounds coming from within. Of course, there were more pressing matters. Like keeping her balance on the steeply angled roof.

They were free of the room at least. Now what? Would they go leaping from rooftop to rooftop? She sincerely hoped not.