"Oh, you don't need socks, then? I will have to think of something else?"

"I don't need socks. You'll have to think of something else, I'm afraid."

"I'll keep an eye out."

He nods. "Zevros, if nothing else, usually has hints of what sorts of things I like. Interlaced equally with things that he thinks would be funny for me to have."

"Will it be fairly simple for me to tell the difference? And how sure are you his being mistaken about your sexual preferences is the worst of his errors about what you like?"

Edarial shrugs. "It's probably the worst of his errors, it's not like I was waving my sexual preferences around on a huge flag. But if you don't think it's worth the risk, feel free to not ask him."

"Worst case scenario with the gifts, I suppose, is that I will bring you socks when you don't require them or something."

"Yes. Something I will not hold against you."

She looks up. "I usually get them in bulk, but I always need more eventually, so - I suppose so."

"Okay. I'll keep that in mind."

"It does seem like quite a pity, yes. As to what can be salvaged... I have no idea? We will have to find out."

"I will be my very best to Iobel," promises Edarial to Cricket, sincerely.

"Is there anything else going on that I might want to know about?"

"In what sense? Kingdom wise, relationship wise, or...?"

"Anything. As long as we're here, you know?"