for the hoopiest of froods

Beth nodded and tried to swallow away her nervousness. Then, her face lit up. "Forgot something!" she yelled as she ran back into her bedroom.

She came out a moment later. "A...towel?" Michiko said, eyebrow raised.

"You never know." Beth grinned as she folded the small towel up and stuffed it into a pocket.

Happy birthday, Douglas Adams.