#mhm...

You can take it if you need a bigger ref, Milne's sketch is under:

"Well, don't sound so surprised about it. Course I did." Henry bothers with the bathtub. "Who else would I be making offers to?"

The air's pleasant here, isn't it? Off the water, steam with the scent of chamomile bounces like laughter.

At last. The pair of them, trumpeted on gold and brass as great, brave heros — still baffling, admittedly — have gone squirreling back to ol' Elfsong, his bones aching, his belly empty, and he's scarcely been better. After all, they are down a whole world-ending nightmare, the city yet floundering wicked as it fought to catch its breath. He could have left by now, really, and gone journeying to Rattay with his hound and his nag, but he didn't. See, he had to help the locals first just a little bit, hadn't he? And then Nettie... Well, braies on, water scalding him as he ventures in, Hal slackens to the hot.