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

The boy was careful to pour out his mixture into the banana leaf lined container and he really hoped the texture of the leaves would come though in the bar itself. Instead of whipping his to peaks, he tapped his down flat and laughed at Kenway's farting soap. He could barely muster enough breath to keep himself upright so he didn't respond beyond more peals of his own laughter to the chorus.

Once the soap was level, he took another banana leaf and gently impressed the thick veins of the leaf onto the soap and lightly decorated it with a sprinkle of yellow ochre that looked like it glittered gold in the sun. His bar was mostly the white of the goats milk so the flash of goldish yellow added a subtle touch he thought.

“Speech”