Ioan laughed and shook his head at his friend. They were wizards, and neither of them had thought of summoning, conjuring, or transforming anything. Instead, he gestured toward his trunk.
"Help yourself. I've got spares," he offered, then began brushing his teeth.
Once he was finished, he changed into the shorts and t-shirt he'd had ready, much more comfortable than before. It wasn't home, but Anthony was there, and that made all the difference. He climbed beneath the covers and stretched again, already warmer and feeling like he might sleep dreamlessly for a change.