"We're not," Pete said. "And usually I would just transfigure something into a vase and summon some water, but..."
He shrugged a little, shifting some so his arm wasn't being bored into by Ryland's bony shoulder, and automatically (see also, self-consciously) reaching up to fix the hair that would've been rumpled if it was still there.
"Do something with those, stop rubbing it in, and come sit down."