She's had this moment coming. For a moment, Imoen is just locked in place, dripping and generally trying to incorporate everything her senses are telling her. Cold and wet, lingering stinging spots. But at least for a moment, she's not being burned or bitten.
Simon has a point, even if she has no idea about the possibility of pheromones. The voice of reason on hand. "Right," she finally says. Only a little bit of regret in her tone. "Let me just stow this."
Cram the prize in a jar, jam the top, and start scurrying away? It's definitely what she's about to do.
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Re: text: @direcharm
Simon has a point, even if she has no idea about the possibility of pheromones. The voice of reason on hand. "Right," she finally says. Only a little bit of regret in her tone. "Let me just stow this."
Cram the prize in a jar, jam the top, and start scurrying away? It's definitely what she's about to do.