"Ohh yes. I hope to never have to deal with a privy pit again in my life. The stink of unwashed men used to foraging and hunting and hiding in trees. And then beer on top of that." Will turned back to the table and placed the hot mug of tea in front of Tuck. "And of course the various wars, trenches, battalions and prisons I've ever been in. A veritable smorgasbord of male stench. So you're fine." He sat down again in the chair next to Tuck, turning it so his back was almost to the table and he could look at Tuck more comfortably.