What would a mushroom car say?

She insisted she didn't need luck, and Ig wasn't inclined to argue. She was drunker than a soldier who just won a battle and was celebrating. Somehow he didn't fully doubt she'd do it anyway - or at least put in quite the effort. She seemed like the sort that would draw a whole lot of exasperated sighs from him, maybe even give Seph a run for her money with her antics if this was the norm for this woman.

Once he'd landed on his ass she burst out laughing, which he chose to ignore for a moment in favor of trying to fling the squished mushroom bits off his paw and out from between his toes. Grosss. Once satisfied, he turned and gave her a half-hearted smirk. "Glad I could amuse," he huffed, good humor waning slightly. Mostly because his rear end kind of hurt now. Landing on stone was not ideal, note to self.