He's kept busy as well. There are too many vines and not enough eyes for him to keep track of everything and he's starting to regret plunging in without extra help. They'll have to finish this quickly before they both tire.

As he slashes off flytraps, relishing in the way the vines snatch their hissing, truncated ends back, he tries to assess their biggest impediment.

"Use your green magic to find it then!" he yells back. "Unless you want me to bring the entire building down on top of it. I only have so much of this concoction!"