For vanity purposes only and certainly not because I want to whet anyone's appetite for what may not be finished until next year--
--and what's with this 'one sentence' thing? Not all of us write like that.
"Don't they have baths in Heaven?" Gouron had never been certain on that point.
"They have baths. They wash in them."
Gouron blinked. "*In* them? Then how do they get clean?"
It was still a novelty to decide who he'd spend his siestas with- he hadn't done that since he first bound his hair- and almost as unusual to decide what he'd do with them then. But what Kaiei wanted this afternoon was to sleep, and so he did: and Shasai did too, of necessity and doubtless not by choice.
Kanzeon smiled. "Tell Goukou to relax. Goujun's what he always was, a white dragon. But don't go looking for him in either of his forms. You really won't recognize him as he is now."