Ms. Kelpie here, claws unsheathed, and I am here to tell you that NONE of we seven, we Blessed Seven, ever drinks out of the porcelain font; THAT is reserved for the dawg! We worship at the feet of the Heat Goddess and partake of only the clean waters which have cycled through Her sacred sites.

Furthermore, we suspect Mr. A'm a gonna git you, is casting aspersions because he is just a young whippersnapper who needs his arse kicked not into the next county, but out there to that big ole LONELY Isle of which poor Hulaboy speaks. Perhaps then he might learn the proper respect for our quite YOUNG and Beloved Mistress!

Ms. Kelpie, Matriarch in waiting