"I'm a fucking bachelor, buddy; unless you want to see what assholes trying to nerf one another with nut crumbs looks like and slip in a puddle of cat barf, you're better off using your imagination."

Shit, that's not what she meant to say. She tosses her head, giving a grimace. There's no way he's sparkling, that's just the sun reflecting off of the stream behind him in a fucked up way, for all she knows. She's seen kids pulling spears out of thin air and jerks walking on water in the last little while, this is... this is pleasantly ignorable.

"Anyways, all these houses look the same. It's wood and mossy bark and shit, it's nothing fancy."