Sometimes, if I am not careful, and I stare too long at a flower, it shrivels and dies.
Poison! Grover yelped. Don't let those things touch you or...Or we'll die? I guessed.
Poison!" Grover yelped. "Don't let those things touch you or...""Or we'll die?" I guessed."Well...after you shrivel slowly to dust, yes.""Let's avoid the swords," I decided.