Bill frowned, really curious now. Maybe there'd be something in the library that could help her figure it out further. "Right, exactly. They look like overgrown pepper pots with a whisk and a plunger on the front. I mean, they're terrifying to face 'em but simplifying it lets me sleep a bit better. Then again... They couldn't stand up to sentient oil." She held up her hands, moving them up and down a bit like she was weighing the greater of terrors.