Finbar: Say what you will though...they must have been great magicians. Can you imagine growing these dwellings?
Neive: Yeah... hundreds of years... and they're still in great shape! ...And look! There's another bowl! Same place as last time!
Finbar/Gavin: Ooooooh!
[The faeries crouch down around the bowl and slurp from it.]
All: Schlorp! Schlorp! Schlorp!
Neive: By the Ancestor's giant hard cock! This stuff is good! You know, I can't put my finger on it, but it tastes kind of familiar!
*(Relatively speaking.)