It had been quiet for just long enough that Kaitlyn was wondering if she needed to rescue her husband from whatever trouble had befallen him.

There was still rustling in the attic, that was a good sign- and even better, a familiar pair of legs still perched on the unfolded ladder. Huinesoron descended, grinning- and then started when he saw his wife.

"You're never going to guess what I found," hS said.

"Given that I found an entire barony last time I was up there, probably not," Kaitlyn said.

In answer, Huinesoron reached back up into the attic and brought out a pair of black leather pants.

"No," Kaitlyn breathed. "Those aren't..."

"The original pair," Huinesoron said. "As far as I can tell. As worn in the very first shipfest."

"Wow," Kaitlyn said. "That brings back a lot. Feels like it was just yesterday, and yet-"

Kaitlyn gestured around herself, somehow encompassing house, marriage, and a decade of shared life.

Huinesoron grinned a very familiar grin.

"I wonder if they still fit?"

Kaitlyn made a face and reached out to feel the stiff leather. "They've probably perished, love. But the point of leather pants was never in the wearing."

"Oh?" Huinesoron said.

"The point of leather pants," Kaitlyn said, pulling her husband towards their bedroom, "is when and where you take them off."