The piece of bark is stubbornly resistant to being just brushed away, and Coraline smacks his hand sharply to get him away from her face so she can take it out herself: and it comes away with sticky, honey-like strands that split just a short way from the bright red fronds, which curl reflexively away from the contact.

"Maybe yours will." Don't think she hasn't noticed your fancier robes, mate. "But that fucking creep did something to seal mine away. I've been trying to unseal it but nothing works. I can't even harvest properly like this!"