The miko, he found, shared everything that came to her mind.

While washing their cooking pot: "Did you know drinking too much water can kill you?"

While fishing for their dinner: "Some fish can camouflage themselves, you know."

While struggling to get a comb through her hair after bathing: "There is at least 300 years before shampoo is invented."

When a cold wind blustered around them midday: "Supposedly it's warmer if you sleep naked in a sleeping bag."

And on and on and on.

Finally: "Did you know—"

He sighed, exasperated. "Kagome, you are a plethora of arbitrary information."