Carver yelped as his vine got jerked forward and struggled against her grip as she tied it in a knot around a [i]very[/i] spicy pepper. The vine didn't function as a tongue so much as its appearance implied, but the spice levels were still high enough to irritate his sensitive fleshy bits. He yanked it back inside his mouth and began desperately trying to free himself from the bite.

"OWWWW! What did [i]I[/i] do??" he demanded once he could speak properly. "[i]Barrel's[/i] the one who assumed you told him! It's not [i]my[/i] fault Lock decided to play along with that assumption!"