"Mmhmm."

"Dear Abadar today I would like one of Detect Humor," says Belmarniss, pulling out her spellbook.

"I was just thinking a lot of Silence."

"Do we have instructions from Sothis?" asks Mahdi drowsily.

"Nah. Absolutely nothing has changed."

"Ah, okay." He ruffles his hair with magic, sits up, cracks his back - "I'm getting too old for this -"

"You've been saying that since the day we met."

"How old are you, I'm still not good at guessing with humans."

"Thirty."

"Tiny child," she coos.

"Haven't got all that much more to do on this plane. Just pick a girl and raise a family and I guess pray a lot so I don't get waylaid by the Boneyard when I go."

"You'll be so bored."

"I don't think I will."

"I hear if you let them children can be very absorbing."

"Women, too."

"I assume that varies."

"I suppose they don't suit everyone."

"I mean you could get a boring one."

"I figure you can identify boringness before you hand over the rocks, usually. I guess someone might convincingly pretend to have a personality but why would you do that, if your husband doesn't like you once he married you he'll just marry someone else."

"I guess you can probably shop around a little."

"You can shop around a lot, if you're ninth level."

"Is there a fancy store? A mail order form?"

"There are social events! Parties and debating societies and fashion shows and lectures and concerts and so on. It's a lot of work."

"I guess that sounds all right."

"How do drow do it?"