Yalb stepped up to her, proffering the pages. ‘Your accouterments, my lady.’ Shallan raised an eyebrow. ‘Accouterments?’ ‘Sure,’ the young sailor said with a grin. ‘I’m practicing my fancy words. They help a fellow obtain reasonable feminine companionship. You know – the kind of young lady who doesn’t smell too bad an’ has at least a few teeth left.’
