Godric looked -- and felt -- weary. He wanted to sit and relax, but the couch was white and he was an irremovable stain waiting to happen. He stripped off the tatters that used to be his tunic, making his way downstairs to a hot shower and dresser full of fresh clothes as he answered. He figured Eric would follow him to the bedroom, and they could continue talking as Godric cleaned up. The din of the shower was hardly enough to keep them from hearing one another.

"I don't know. If it's permanent, I can only hope it's usually more reasonable." Unlikely. "With luck, it was a Halloween glitch."