No Need To Wash For Three Weeks

Wait here, says Gaius to the knowlesi.

Will Letitia want to see me? asks the knowlesi.

You'll have to pretend that you're dead, says Terence. 

Where are my straws? says the knowlesi.

No need for any such theatrics, says Gaius. We'll just tell her you died.

And we buried you in the garden, says Terence. 

I'd like that, says the knowlesi.

You can't, says Terence. You won't even be there.

But I like the idea, says the knowlesi. 

Have you seen the garden? asks Roo-kai. I flew over it earlier.

Is it lovely? asks the knowlesi.

Superb, says Roo-kai. It's a Japanese garden.

Is that so? says Gaius. What is a Queensland university doing with a Japanese garden?

Who knows? says Roo-kai. But it's a beautiful place to be buried.

Have I time to go and look at it? asks the knowlesi.

Of course, says Gaius, But don't let Letitia see you.

You could borrow a ninja costume, says Terence.

Good idea, says Roo-kai.

He and Terence leave the camper, and go back to the room where Katherine and Ludwig are talking to Sweezus about his plans for Team Condor.

Yeah, says Sweezus. Same rig as last time. Green and brown. You don't have to wash it.

Ever? says Katherine.

Well, not for three weeks, says Sweezus. 

Terence bursts in!

We need a ninja costume for the knowlesi! He's going to the Japanese garden.

I've heard about the Japanese garden from Letitia, says Katherine.

He wants to be buried there, says Terence.

Then he's not having my costume, says Quiet-Tartus.

It's a ruse, says Roo-kai. No one's going to bury your costume. Or the knowlesi.

So the knowlesi wants to see the garden he's not going to be buried in? says Wittgenstein.

Wouldn't you? asks Roo-kai.

A pertinent question.