"Too stuffy? Here, take my fan--I sometimes use it to cool down after a hunting expedition, it's better than using your hand," Orin reaches into a pocket and pulls out a tiny fan, the size of the palm of El's hand, "Oh that. Well, levirate marriage is a bit weird in general, but I guess I see the point of it politically or whatever. So I always had to worry about if Ammon wound up marrying a cow or something, but Lynestra is a stone-cold fox, so I'm safe from the dangers there, and as the second son, that's about the only responsibility I might ever have to worry about. Good times!"