Rather than entering the vast, spine-chilling maze or challenging the powerful Crusher to a feat of strength(which she would have no chance of succeeding at whatsoever), Chamomile eventually decided to go with the third path: Helping Evie out in the pumpkin garden.
It seemed simple enough; helping others was her stronger point of the three after all, and it overall seemed like a nicer task to take on, less cluttered with horror, aggression or a sense of impending doom. Or at least so she thought, until the bulky squash between her hands suddenly began to rumble.