"Stop giving it ideas!" Presley hisses back at her. God, what if it already laid those eggs in the tent. The only solution would be to set fire to the whole thing and start over. Except... except that he left his wand in the tent. Oh, this is a nightmare.

And it gets worse when Felicity shoves the spider at him again. "I'm sorry," he begins, his face stony, "that you are being held against your will by a vindictive jock who feels the need to make us all suffer for a moral lesson—"