Blake grunted, helping himself to one of the last remaining bits of fish as they continued to decimate the food in front of them with buttery ease. He pulled a bone from between his teeth and swallowed, waiting barely a second before seizing a buttered roll and shoving it into his mouth as if afraid it would vanish before he could get his hands on it. Then again, given the gusto with which Mallory was eating, that wasn't a farfetched possibility.<br/><br/>"Ye', 'e's nicer'n anyone I s'n befo', Mal," he mumbled thickly around a mouthful of bread; he wasn't sure if she'd be able to understand what he was saying, but he had no desire to stop eating for the time being. He swallowed with an effort, before looking to his friend even as he grabbed a second roll. "Bu' d'we needt' take baths?"<br/><br/>There was probably more dirt than skin on him, and Mallory wasn't much cleaner, but the prospect of washing himself made Blake feel rather nervous. It was quite a bit out of his element, and he worried that too much soap might harm him. He'd heard of a man who died because of too much soap, back in Denyan - to be fair, he'd been bathing near the shoreline and had been dragged out into the open ocean by the current, but Blake firmly maintained that the soap probably kept him from seeing where he was going, which led to the drowning.<br/><br/>Soap. It was pure evil.<br/><br/>As if summoned by his fearful thoughts, Margo returned with her bucket, hefting the full container with suprising efficiency given its size. Then again, her arms were far from thin. "I'll just get a fire going under this, there's already some heating up inside," she said cheerfully as she carried her burden into the next room. "And don't worry - I have lots of soap!"<br/><br/><br/>Blake's face paled immediately.