"Exactly. It's like a funnel principle that we were taught in survival class. By encasing the water in a sock, it can naturally filter out impurities, so..."
This... why hadn't he thought of it? Elvis clapped his hands. "Indeed, a brainiac is always a brainiac. The team can't function without you."
Spectacles seemed a bit disdainful. "Dude, don't just keep calling him a brainiac. You're making him blush."
"Alright, alright." Elvis started to take off his shoes without further ado. Even though his image might decline a bit, it's still better than being thirsty. Unfortunately, his socks, already worn and torn from the long journey, had holes at the tips and heels.
Elvis looked blankly at the two, not knowing what to do.
Even Spectacles found the scene a bit awkward at this point. "Brother, how about you use mine instead?"
To hell with it, Elvis thought, visibly displeased, but with no other options. "Off you go, hurry and wash your thing properly."