“It’s great! I’ve got a pocket for my phone, for my wallet, my keys, my palmtop, my ciggies, and even some beef jerky.” Kell stretched out one leg and then the other, displaying the wonders of his new pants.
“You’re a little too excited about those,” said Gav.
From overhead came the drone of a propeller plane, flying low. A shadow swept across them, followed by a thump as a large wooden box buried itself in the sand. It broke open, spilling dozens of pairs of trousers. Kell and Gave blinked at each other.
“What’s brand were those pants again?”