"Don't worry, I won't tell your mom that," she teased. Leaning harder against him, she kissed his neck gently, laughing at his assessment. "I clean, silly, the room does get covered with glitter, but it's called a vaccuum. You, however, will have to either take a shower or lick the glitter off of your arm. Apparently it tastes like cinnamon toast? I have no clue why, but Mom says hers does too."