“That’s all well and good- Wait, a well? Didja say a well? Brutrummuk, be a dear and take us closer can you? I would like to see this well. A well bubbling like a spring? That’s just vocabulary soup! You don’t suppose the well is making soup, do you fellows?” She muses. “I mean, of course it doesn’t, we’re not in soup now- but I’d like to see it nonetheless.”

She scrambles across the raft cautiously, holding onto the side of Bob’s shell all the while, to get into position to study this strange sight.