She says "Moon cup... Best way forward" Then I declare, "No! The best way is spring lamb's tails. Because, the souls of the lambs, are held in the tails of the tiny lamby-lambs, and when you put them over your foof, they climb inside and stroke the eggs, gently whispering 'don't come out! stay inside shh. shh. little mouse.' And the period stays in."
She's still there beside me, but frowning.
"Urgh. I would sooner go ass to mouth, than eat porridge."