“Bog Monsters,” remarked Rick. He was trying to unstick his sleeve from his shoulder.
“I have no idea why we’ve attracted them,” said Evy sheepishly, her own skirts soaked through with something black and sticky. “I fear I’ve gained a magic touch.” She was looking forward to a long, hot bath at the hotel.
“Yeah, a magic touch for dusting them,” Rick said.
“A shame. I’d’ve loved to study them close up,” said Evy ruefully.
“It’s better that we don’t,” Rick said. “Since they kind of exploded on us.”
“Mm,” Evy remarked. “Fair,” and kissed him on a sticky cheek.