"Yes," Reed nodded, his voice echoing slightly against the smooth marble walls of the grotto. "A Dungeon Lord Sandwich. But nobody takes a bite. We are just marinating. Understood?"
Luma wobbled, considering this. Her internal structure rippled with bioluminescent thought bubbles. The idea of covering him seemed to appeal to her gluttony, even if she couldn't physically digest him. It was a loophole in the "No Eating the Boss" rule.
"I can cover you?" Luma asked breathlessly, her form trembling with anticipation. "Completely? Every inch?"
"Completely," Reed confirmed, lying back down and burying his face in the towel. "Like a heavy, wet blanket. Don't leave any gaps."
"Yay!" Luma cheered, clapping her hands together. It made a wet splat sound that echoed uncomfortably loud in the quiet spa.
She didn't hesitate. She dissolved.
