"Ack!" Chase sputtered and did his best to not get any of the dropped mud in his mouth, but wasn't all the successful. With how much mud was on him, it was inevitable that the dirty flavor would be on his tongue. He spit some out when he sat up.
"Yeah, well so do you. Let's call a truce on that one and just agree we're both mud monsters right now." He chuckled softly and took her hand, dragging himself back to his feet as he looked down at them both. Their clothes, faces, hands, and hair were caked in filth. Yep, his mother was definitely going to kill him. "I bet your mom kills you too. Look at us!"
Chase laughed again and tried to wipe some of the mud off his face. "Think we could get enough off with a pond bath to get a stay of execution?"