Apparently, Galadan's goal of the week is to make the Loompas launder as many bloody Milliways towels as possible.

There are worse aims. (And River is fresh out of handkerchiefs.)

Having fetched everything -- in a couple of trips, because River has to take care when carrying things that aren't weaponry or very hard to damage -- she settles down crosslegged on the bed, tucking bare feet beneath her, and bends over to fetch her fruit salad.

mmmm, kiwi. Galadan can keep the bloody venison.