““She broke off, glaring at him—no doubt because he must be grinning like an idiot. “What?” she said. “What?” “On your head,” he said. “My drawers.” She looked up. “You have my drawers on your head,” he said. A pause. Then, “Oh, that,” she said. “Yes. I do that sometimes. Wear drawers on my head. It’s one of those interesting habits one gets to know about the other person as one gets to know the other person.” “I should not wear them outside if I were you,” he said. “Oh, very well.” She sighed.””
