"Mhmm. Not the best name out of the season, now that I think of it-" But he shrugs, smile sheepish. "I think- no I don't have it with me, I have it back at the forge. Swing by and I have that for you and a shaving mirror. Don't have anything to make a lather, boar bristles are hard to come by."

Because a proper kit's a thing. He's sure. An important thing.

"Rogers is- he's shaped like a fucking Dorito. Not kidding, I did the math once."