"Not with this stuff," Summer grumbled, who was dealing with her own arm now wrapped in the stuff from her attempt to just push through it, trying to shake it off, then trying to pull it off, which only resulted in both her hands, and managing to tie them together. Ohhhh, if only she could glare hard enough to just burn herself free, because she was certainly glaring at her hands hard enough to think that she might be able to.

"Mistletoe," she offered by way of explanation. "Or, worse, Fandom mistletoe. This stuff'll set its sights on two people and not leave them alone until they kiss."

She figured it was only fair that Seivarden knew what they were up against. She obviously didn't realize how dire this was. And she figured that, if she knew, that'd mean mean she'd want to fight like hell to prevent it, too.