It'll wash all the sticky off! And besides, we won't go to the fog wall. There's a patch of forest outside the inn here, just before the town that Mr. Snow Leopard cleaned up. The one that used to be burnt? That should be a safe spot. I don't think anyone goes there.

[But what if they do, though. What if they do go there... that's part of the excitement, isn't it?

Besides, who's to say that like, the shower caddy won't come to life and try to stab them both mid-coitus, or the countertops won't retaliate, or the bathtub won't figure out how to move? Outside is safe. And wet.]

I've never been kissed in the rain, either. I think it would be hot. [Ain wants a storybook romance and kinks that get people arrested.]