Well, not as if they could object since the only other options they had to get out of here was opening up the organic express elevator, which none of them bar perhaps Whirlwind could do. Or you know, jump. And only Thorax had wings. The house was sparse but had a surprising amount of amenities including, of all things, a fireplace. In a wooden house. Hanging from a tree. In a forest. Either the deer had the best fucking fire service in existence or they were just insanely lucky to have not burned everything down by now. In fairness, the fireplace was constructed from stone and brick. Having gotten so used to seeing nothing but forest and wood, Handy had expected deer homes to be something akin out of fantasy novel, like some race of elven hippies who slept on grass and whose homes were covered in all the wonderful filth of nature. Nope. Turned out the deer liked their creature comforts as much anyone else, thank you very much.