"You get a kiss when you're clean," Gil said with a chuckle. "Damn, those plants are even interfering with our love life now. Something needs to be done!"
"Definitely!" Asar-Suti says, grimly. He sighs at Gil with a 'sorry-I-cant-kiss-you-on-account-of-goo' sort of expression, then trots off in direction of their quarters.
Gil looks around at the jungle plants with a grin and a shrug. "Live and let live," he says, "unless you piss off a god, then you better damn well be fire proof."
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And he trots back inside as well.
Busy busy busy.