"Maybe we can ask the merchants for a whole red pack. We could be all 'yo, hey merchants, I'll trade you my pants for all your red cryaons.' But I kind of, uh, would like to keep my pants."

Tavros looks down uncomfortably at his pants. He had given up his shoes because he no longer needed them. But pants. Pants were another thing, even if they were hard to get on and off.