"Yeah, I don't think they're supposed to?" Beau started trying to turn some of the mistletoe into paste with the butt of her staff. "This fucking island, man, I swear."

She smacked another couple of sprigs of mistletoe up into the air and got dinged in the back of her head for her trouble, stumbling forward another couple of steps.

"Ow, the fuck! Quit shoving me, you asshole plants! What do you even get out of this?"