“Do you see any place ‘round here fit for a proper cleanin’? Keep prattlin’, Mister Bonnet, and it’ll be a lot more than tea stainin’ that vest o’yours.”
“I—…No, I suppose there’s not a launderer of sorts anywhere about this place. Perhaps I should take to Havana, they may have a, uh—well, a tailor, perhaps? I’m not even sure if a tailor cold solve this.”
“–I need a new vest, potentially.”