Did she just-" "Yes. " "But I don't-" "Yes you do. We both stink. " "Well, I'm not-" "Yes. You are. " He huffed. "You wont let-" "No. No complaining. Let's go. " I grabbed a clean shirt and pants from my saddlebags. "Well, she could have handled it better," he grumped. "No. She couldn't. " He settled into a sulky silence as we visited the bathhouse.