"The underwear stays on," Rodney insists. "I mean, come on, it's a tea ceremony. What if it spills? We'll need the protection. From the hot tea."

John hesitates, one thumb hooked into the waistband of his boxers. "I don't think spilling is part of the ceremony."

"Fine. Fine. You do what you want. My underwear is staying on." Turning his back to John, Rodney slips his shirt off and puts the robe on before unfastening his pants and tugging them off. "I prefer to remain contained."

When he turns back around, John's robe is neatly tied shut, sash wound around his waist and knotted by his hip. And in his hand are a pair of blue striped boxers. .