“Riding the rile of the rids to the right,” Spook said with a nod. “What are you two babbling about?” Breeze said testily. “Wasing the was of brightness,” Spook said. “Nip the having of wishing of this.” “Ever wasing the doing of this,” Kelsier agreed. “Ever wasing the wish of having the have,” Ham added with a smile. “Brighting the wish of wasing the not.” Breeze turned to Dockson with exasperation. “I believe our companions have finally lost their minds, dear friend.” Dockson shrugged. Then, with a perfectly straight face, he said, “Wasing not of wasing is.”
