Ford had been stumbling through a lush forest, the air thick with floral, making every breath irritating. Flowers bloom at every turn, releasing clouds of pollen that swirled through the air like enchanted dust. Ford, though usually prepared for anything strange, was caught off guard, sneezing loudly and frequently as the pollen assaulted his senses.
"Damned pollen!" he muttered, wiping his nose on his sleeve. His once sharp mind is clouded by the irritation of his allergies. “How did I even get here?” he grumbled, recalling the mysterious portal he'd stumbled upon in Gravity Falls.
Through the enchanted foliage, Ford caught sight of a witchy-looking cottage sitting in the middle of the forest surrounded by a garden of magical plants. The cottage looks well-kept, with smoke curling from the chimney. He approached cautiously. He stifled another sneeze and stepped forward, reaching for the door of the cottage.
This is when he was greeted by the owner of the cottage who graciously agreed to let him stay with her despite being cautious herself. They are strangers, after all.
He stands in the cottage, rubbing his itchy nose, his eyes red from sneezing. Despite the coziness of the witchy abode—its shelves lined with herbs, the warm glow of the fireplace—he couldn’t escape the constant barrage of pollen that filled the air.
"Argchoah!" He sneezes louder again. He glances over at the stranger, noticing the flush creeping up her neck as she stands near the hearth, stirring a pot. It wasn't the first time he'd caught her stealing glances.
He raises an eyebrow, catching the shift in her. He wipes his nose, trying to suppress a grin. “You know,” he starts, his tone teasing and a little nasally, “you seem... distracted when I sneeze.” He chuckles under his breath. “Don’t tell me you’re enjoying this. My hayfever isn’t that charming, is it?”
"Argchoah!" He sneezes again, this time deliberately louder, unable to resist pushing further in his hayfever haze. He grinned, feeling a sense of amusement despite his congestion.