"I can fashion the vessel for you," he says. "I can do that much at least. A combination of our magicks...as we once did before."

That surely isn't out of the realm of possibility here. Everything he has read thus far leads him to believe it is. Finally shifting his weight of Hythlodaeus, he settles beside his friend and buries his face against their chest.

"I suppose after the culinary exploits I have seen, cutting bread lengthwise isn't the worst crime in the world..."