"Calvin, I--" she halted unable to phrase her question. But he did it
for her.
"I've been thinking: if there are--certain basic needs--I mean, if you
find it necessary to--"
"I do, Calvin," she said gratefully.
"Oh. Well, there is the, hmm, sand box. I believe it's meant for such,
ah, purposes."
"Calvin! In front of you, in front of these strangers?" She was shocked,
and put up one hand to push nervously at her hair, which felt untidy.
"We'll ask them to turn their backs. After all, such things must be
attended to."
"I'd rather die," she said, but not at all certainly.
"There are sacrifices to be made in this predicament, and modesty is
one," he clipped out. "Er, gentlemen."