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."
