Fugger In The Dark

What the…? I don’t understand:

I know Bjork is not on the same plane as the rest of the sentient world, but … what is that thing? It’s… a cape! A coat! A caftan! A cocoon! A child’s crudely built bedroom fort! Perhaps a copy of The Lorax just spat her out onto the street, Thneed and all. The ejection would certainly explain her mood.