As the three soggy, steaming Mudcatters climb out of the snowbank and move back toward the door, they see the hot tub, with at least a dozen people in it, begin to churn, rather like a chaldron. Laughter erupts, then a woman lets out an unearthly squeal and shouts Turn down the Jacuzzi!

I'd like a cup of that cider, please says Sage as she wraps up in her heavy robe and steps into sandals then moves toward the fire. This isn't the cold shower after the sauna routine she hoped to experience. The tub is beginning to look like a little Mudcat Maelstrom. The cats are beginning to move to the edges of the room, the swan hasn't been seen for a couple of hours, and the ducks are supiciously quiet high in the rafters.