"My trousers split down the center last tenday, right in front of Mattis. I'll never live it down," Memnos said, touching the bottom of his coat to confirm things were covered. "If we had a needle, Kanon could fix it."
"I think you should let me turn it into lacing," Kanon said. "A cheeky little eyehole."
"I do not want open laces over my rear."
"But think of how much more efficient it would be!" Arka said. "You'd finally leave the latrine in less than an hour!"
Kanon said, "Arka, we don't take forever in the latrine because of our trousers."
"Gods, don't tell me about your bathroom habits."
"We take hours because all there is to eat at night is a gruel that runs right through you—"
"That Okta makes!" Memnos said, glancing at Ikaron.
"—and she is so kind for that! Pity the cauldron broke."
"Dammon is repairing it," Ikaron said.
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