"What? Noooo," Carver said sweetly. "I hadn't even thought of that. But, you know, if that happens anyway... The good Doctor will be less likely to come down to the tree house and try to drag me away from a sleep over."

She shrugged and dropped the more obvious act. "Shock and Carmilla had another fight at band practice, and if he shows up and gets shot in the eyes as a form of stress relief, he'll chain me up for a week as retaliation just because he can."

Which wasn't a lie. But nothing said the pumpkin creature had to pick only the one type of flower while she was out. She could easily weave one web to catch two flies going different directions.