"Oh." She held up Needle to the light, squinting at it critically. The grip was still greasy, and the blade needed more than just a simple wiping, but the worst of it was off. She nodded to herself and reached out with one leg to kick at Pullo.

He looked down at her. "What?"

"Thank you," she said, holding his buttery shirt up at him.

He looked down, thought it over, and looked at Wishbone. "Hey, pup, you want a buttery shirt?"