Leif: I’m back!
Thorn: Oh, thank the stars. Good news: the remedy is here! Is your hand more good?
Leif: Yes, see? Also — I asked around, and the package couldn’t have been ordered from someone in the embassy.
Thorn: Thank you! Who did you ask?
Leif: The head valet in charge of overseeing the mail room.
Thorn (thinking): I got “in control” and “male room” out of that . . . or, wait, was it “mail room”?
Leif (thinking): Uh-oh. That was the most impressive position I could make up.
Leif: Don’t you have those in Ceannis?
Thorn: Must not. I’ll have to take your word for it.