Oh. Well, she felt awfully silly, now. Eppie wasn't too familiar at all with what the bloke spoke on - one of those crazy Heathen things, or what-not - but she realised that he'd likely thought he'd been making perfect sense and here was she, thick as a turnip! She blushed hotly, covering her mouth with one small hand. "Oh, damn my eyes." she muttered.
She opened her mouth to reply when a thought struck her. "Wait, wait! S'at th'one wot yer gotta touch yer 'ead t'the groun', an' such, an' 'ave all manner've fancy names a yard long? Lord, yuss! I 'ad an owner wot was one a' them, I remember now! I've got a chart in m'room, come on." She was laughing now, gleeful at the serendipity of it all.