Zelda canted her head and tapped her finger on her chin in thought. "Hmm. Let's see now. Well, I know I had some very frank discussions with the handmaidens, depending on whether or not the term 'maiden' was actual or technical in application. Sometimes even with Urbosa, when I could con her into it. But that was rare. However!" She punctuated that with a dainty sniff. We used correct and technical language. Not crude language. 'Penis in vagina' is a technical, accurate terminology. To put it crudely, without even using questionable language in the process, would be to say something along the lines of riding the trouser snake. That would be a man thing to say." Zelda rolled her eyes. "So I'm not exactly 'getting back at you' for anything as much as teaching by way of demonstration the correct way to phrase such delicate subjects."
Another sip. "Although I suppose, as you put it, being locked in a Ganon-pod for a century did do a thing or to completely and utterly wipe out all the contents of my once massive bag of fu-"
A clatter from the kitchen cut her off as Monari accidentally on purpose dropped a saucepan on the floor. Empty as far as Zelda could see, and there was a suspiciously casual sounding-sorry coming from the kitchen.
Speaking of pods, though, have you noticed that as Gorons age, they develop these rock-like protrusions all over their arms, shoulders, and back? What if they reproduced asexually, and those things popped off sometimes and once in a while cracked open to hatch a new Goron?" Zelda shrugged. "What? Fighting the same battle for 52,560,000 minutes, you have to have other things to do at least in the back of your mind as a distraction or you're going to go quite mad. Which has a great many words that rhyme with it, while I'm on the topic."