Lac indulges in the spirit of bonhomie; anyone who responds to being proven so colossally wrong with such a deep belly laugh at himself is alright in his book.
“We’d be traveling upriver by motorized canoe. It won’t be as difficult. I understand stretches of the river are narrow, and there’ll be lots of deadfall from the storms we’ll have to hack through, so it won’t be easy, but after two sleeps we’d have to be most of the way there.” Lac braces for Warotobowä to raise the matter of the raharas, but the young man stands silently contemplating instead. “Owa, what else are you going to do, stay here and watch as your father-in-law lets all his nephews fuck the daughter he’s promised to you?”