As he slid down the grassy hill to reach the bottom, Lumien's boots skidded slightly, sending him tumbling to a halt near a patch of dense foliage. He dusted himself off, taking a moment to inspect his surroundings.
The sight of the tall grass made him pause. He frowned, glancing around.
"Is this really a good idea?" he muttered to himself. "If I cast a fireball here, won't it just set all this grass on fire?"
Lumien froze for a second before replying, "Yeah. How'd you notice?"
"There's barely any smell of you on it," Azalea muttered under her breath.
"Huh?"
"Nothing." She shrugged, brushing off her words. "I guessed it because it looks so fresh and tidy. So, what happened?" She turned to him with a curious look.
Before Lumien could deliver the excuse he had carefully rehearsed in the shower, Azalea blurted out, "You didn't wet the bed, did you?"
"Ah?" Lumien froze, unsure if he should take this chance to tell the truth.