"You should just be glad I don't have a camera," Ravi retorts, even though it's currently what he's maligning because a photograph of Mark getting cozy in a hot pink zebra snuggie is the sort of blackmailing picture that friendships are grown out of. "Whatever, as if you won't pull it off," he insists. "Would you rather streak through the village?"

Though, maybe that would earn Mark a few new friends, especially since the man does keep himself in shape. He might also earn himself a bit of a reputation and Ravi senses that he doesn't want that. "Is this an occupational hazard, then?" he wonders. "Is this your first time getting manured? Or is there a count?"