"Oh yeah. Looks like a real party." He snorts, then starts setting up his wash barrel next to hers. "I'm guessing you never had to wash clothes by hand before? I miss washing machines, but this definitely beats filling a hotel bathtub with hot water and detergent and stirring it around with the handle of a cheap broom from Tesco's like a fucking witch's cauldron. Don't ask."

A pail of magically heated water (thanks, local mage lady) is dumped into the bucket along with some soap, then a dozen black garments go in after.

"Speaking of, I better go stir my dye bucket before I get into this. Make sure my clothes don't run off?"