Ah, fuck it, if no one else was going to try the magical Jenga, then at this point kinda drunk Margo would!

She plucked out one block near the top with overly careful hands. “Right, what have we got. . .”

Something crashed to the ground behind her. She twisted around, wide-eyed. “Eliot?!” she yelled. “Did you spell one of these things to make a fucking bear?!”

Because that was definitely a bear.