Inside the Maze
She waved a cheerful farewell from beneath the draping sleeve of her gown, then started down her own pathway, laughing softly at the pun. Her own pathway looked clear, but her steps were slow and cautious. "Yes, Hippy-Dippy-Hipster?" she called back in a sing-song voice. She scrunched her face thoughtfully. "Um, I wouldn't?"
She went to brush a branch from out of her way when it sprang suddenly from her grasp, retreating into the bushes with a sharp rustle moments before a cloud of blue powder burst from the shrubbery to pelt her directly in the mouth. She coughed, sputtered, and recoiled into the far side of the aisle with a startled "Oh!"
"Don't touch any branches," she warned, looking down at her Morticia dress with a chuckle. "That was a bad idea." She peeked around the corner and saw another fork. "Are you regretting coming out with me, yet?" The question was good-natured and laced with amusement.