"I swear, guys, this isn't my fault!" Betty hid behind Violet, mostly so the dwarf couldn't glare at her. She growled instead.
"I'm pretty sure we're not high!" Betty wailed. Her knives hadn't done dick to the towering mushroom...things that were wobbling their way towards the party from the edge of their camp, except make them leak a milky ooze that smelled like rotted fruit.
"It's okay, ladies," Hannah slurred, wand in hand but half-naked and unsteady on her feet. "Dee an' I've got this."
It might have been reassuring if Dee weren't still fast asleep by the fire.