“The magician was studying her face with his green eyes. "Your face is wet," he said worriedly. "I hope that's spray. If you've become human enough to cry, then no magic in the world — oh, it must be spray. Come with me. It had better be spray.”
“Her freckles were orange, as if somebody had spray-painted her face with liquid Cheetos.”
“His face is blotchy and his eyes are swollen, but is it because he's sorry I caught him cheating or is it the cinnamon and apples air freshener I just sprayed in his face? Who knows?”
“The name's Pepper like the spray, so I guess you wouldn't want me in your face!”
“I sneezed into the wind, and closed my eyes and imagined my face was barraged by cool ocean spray.”
“You smell wonderful,” he told her. “So aroused.” “That's the bug spray,” she said.”