"I've got business of my own in the Ironwood. I've inherited some forest property and I'd like to check it out."

Dingle returned the empty bottle the Tingle Bomb had been made in- somehow still intact- to her bag, stuffing a few locks of red hair back into the hat of her unitard.

"Besides, I'd rather not get fungus'd. Let's put the scrub in a sack to make sure he doesn't start anything in the Ironwood."

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