"Dude, don't make this weird."

Davesprite tucks his wings as close to himself as he can possibly get them, trying to keep them out of Dave's way. One by one, the vines fall away. When the first wing comes free, it flexes and stretches, not unlike a dude would stretch his leg after sitting on it for too long during a video game binge.

He cocks an eyebrow, "At least tell me it had the decency to tip well. I'd hate to find out we're resorting to servicing sentients of the arbor persuasion for snot."