A little too late, Kevin realises that his big mouth -- ah, his sensible consumer feedback -- has gotten him into trouble again. Odd how that keeps happening. It's almost as if people don't appreciate positivity.

--Right, the vines.

The smile remains, but it's a frightened rictus of ohshitohshitohshit. Kevin is a lover, not a fighter, if he absolutely had to make the choice and was given no third option of 'other'. So he dodges.

"Wellitwasnicemeeting--"

And, with his shoeless foot, he treads on the biggest stone of his life.

"--yOW!"

Kevin just about avoids the vine, but it's not by skill so much as it is by pratfall.