“Yeah, me and the others spent a lot of time today at the pool-things you’ve got going on down below. Not too bad, really.” He scrunched up his mouth. “Not a big fan of smelling like a weird mix-up of flowers, banana, and mint though. They couldn’t just stop at one bottle of soap, no, they just had to find out what each one was by dumping it on me.”His fingers jittered. “And they brought in a fucking horde of bug-horses that pretty much wanted endless pats and massages. Bloody Snouty.”