The imp only squeaked back, almost like a surprised chirp at the suggestion that it could teach the imps something. It was almost comical as its hat covered head turned to look at the imp and then back at her. Only to let out another slightly more serious, raspy squeak in reply as she changed her mind. Hopefully that meant it took the hint, otherwise she was going to have an imp with too much power on her hands to deal with by the time the nome disappeared.

“Oops, that’s probably right.” Mono responded with a sheepish tone, glancing at the two little creatures again cautiously. The boy was trying to be a good influence on the imps still. He should reserve encouraging them for when they actually got something right! But he tilted his head slightly. “I dunno who they are, but they must’ve met the imps ‘cause they're right.” He responded thoughtfully.

“So like a supervisor.” He responded, having learned about supervising at work. Sometimes people needed someone to watch or coordinate! … But Mono’s head tilted back at Illyana with a skeptical little look. “You sure we should let ‘em do it all? The imps don’t seem good at cleaning.” They might be there forever, if the imp and nome somehow made a bigger mess just by cleaning up.