Despite a brief interruption in the night, wherein the pumpkin creature had drawn the short stick and been sent to investigate a disturbance in the lair, rest had been pretty full for everyone in the group.

Carver was hugging one of Shock's arms like a teddy toy despite having her head and feet turned round opposite her friend. Barrel's head had been resting on one of the chunkiest parts of her leg. She limply reached up as if to smack Shock, then suddenly lashed out and snatched the blanket out of Lock's grip. She didn't give it back to Shock properly, though; a part of it fell over the oldest trickster's head and shoulders, but mostly she haphazardly covered herself with it. One vine flopped about lazily, taking a couple attempts before tapping out, 

[i]Food.[/i]