Oh... oh, that is a question. I suppose... you know, I'm thinking, I can't remember when she came down, her... would have been... around that time, yes. ( But she's making this little sound, between a tsk and a yawn and... smacking her ladle down. )

Oi. Put that down, we don't eat her braids, what did I tell you? Spit it! Spit the ribbon! Spit iiiiiiiit. Children, you're being so naughty today.

( And back regular service: ) You saw, it's not easy, getting access above. Much easier for you, to be honest, you're new faces. But you do it too often, come up and come down, course the customs boy will learn you.