I wish I had a soap that could wash away my sins – it would save me a lot of trouble

Muskie was a little messier than the boys when it came to mixing her milk and oils, but she also had a bit more room in her bowl, so most of it ended up where it was supposed to be. Her mum was a wild thing and she generally smelled like grass and salt to the girl so she looked over the offerings laid out before them. Lemongrass seemed the closest, and she added some shredded orange rind and grassy looking stuff that the teacher told her was loofa. Because she didn't much care for the colour matching the concoction, she sprinkled some yellow powdered ochre to the mix and giggled with delight when the mix took on a bright yellow colour. Hers seemed even thicker than the boys with the added loofa but she didn't mind at all. Now what were they supposed to do with it?

“Speech”