Now put on your brown bag.” “I did not bring a bag.” “Certainly you did. It is in your hand there.” “This is my mask.” “Are you sure? I could have sworn I saw the stable boys lifting horse droppings into something that looked extremely—” “If you do not stop with this nonsense,” said Darius, “I shall make you wear it.” “An entertaining notion I shall decline.” “Larkyra,” grumbled Darius. “What? I warned that you wouldn’t hear the end of it.” “Fine, give me your blasted new disguise.”
