"Isn't that what stablehands are for?" Ruthlessly logical as ever, Nick holds no mercy in his scathing observations of shirt ruining. He can just imagine the smell, the stains. It's a downright disgrace.

"If I was looking for someone clever I wouldn't be in the stables. That's whatta library is for." He points out with a shrug. "Nah. I'm just here for the ambiance."