"I suppose it can't hurt to formally inform people that avoiding making light and noise would reduce property damages from attempts by the star creatures to enter their homes," Deirdre muses. She fidgets with her mask, trying to decide if she should pull it up -

Wait. Eureka!

She stands, excited. The book hits the floor again. "Actually, Mister Palmer, yes, there had been something I'd intended to bring to poor Yorick - we've been blessed with many new doctors, and I've been entertaining asking them for their advice on the spring season. Spring and autumn bring their colds and flus and other such diseases, and they're a dreadful inconvenience...when they aren't fatal."