Oh, sure. That's pretty normal if you spend a lot of time on the road. If you sleep outside, you never know what might get into your clothes.

[ Unphased, he forges ahead into the glitter pile to search his half of the space. Even if it ends up being irritating, they don't have much choice.

He realises after a few minutes of this that it's the unforeseen consequences of this that bother him more than the glitter itself. He knew it was going to stick to him, but he didn't realise how annoying that would be when big clumps of honey and glitter started trying to glue his fingers together. ]

Maybe we can dig through this if we only need to clear out a small area...

[ To hopefully avoid needing to stick anyone's face directly into it. ]