Something like pity and sympathy flickered across Illyana's face, that kind that a parent gives when their child gives them the big sad eyes. She hated to admit it, but children and childlike things really were her weakness. "The imps could learn a thing or two from you," she said to the Nome. The imp on the other hand stomped his foot in a pout as if it were annoyed that it was being shown up. "On second thought, don't teach them anything." The imps didn't need this kind of power.

"Don't tell them it's impressive. That's just going to encourage them." She sighed. "They usually say the smallest packages can cause the biggest messes...." and evidently they were right. "You can help by watching them, but no actual helping with the cleaning. They need to learn on their own."