Couldn't cum ova' 'ere one every ten years or so an' leave some fresh sheets, Light? [Yes, she's razzing you. Her voice has that tone to it.]

Pulsian tradition dictated leavin' new things in the temple where those in crystal stasis were every ten years an' their gifts were a lot betta' than sheets. [Yes, she just had to point that out, thank you very much.]

'Sides [The device shifts like it's being picked up and then suddenly drops, it sounds like Fang jumped off of something and you can guess she probably did by the sudden cloud of dust swooping up with a low landing type of grunt. There was a flash of blue sari and brown sandal before the camera is pointed down towards the ground again, being aimed at the dust.]

This is jus' bad for everyone.