Yes! Watermelon! Liyal was especially good at spitting seeds. Of all the things magic could be good for, the best was winning bets at spitting seeds. Quen could be suspicious all she liked of other boys, but this boy always beat everybody else.
He pulled out his communicator and started typing. He's got really big muscles and he's not wearing any pants. Is pants underwear or trousers here because he's not wearing either. You don't want him though, he's got a huge zit on his butt.
In reality the guy just looked tired and like he just came off work. He might actually like to be walking around without pants right now. Liyal rather liked wearing pants, but he could do without shoes sometimes. It got hot! "Late." He groaned. Mornings meant training and work and other things that happened before he could do what he wanted until the soul-crushing realities found him again. This was usually where Quen lectured him about reading and things.
But, augh, READING and, in general, BEING INSIDE. Didn't these people miss the sun?