*gulps back the water, tears springing to her eyes* *in slightly strangled tones (if you were still a Fountain)* This never happened back in my day. *adds, as she sips her alcoholic drink* Anyways, I'm still a Fountain, really.
It unsettles me slightly that I have apparently molded you into someone who admires Lord Glorfindel in leather trousers.
*with a broad, broad smile* You've always been a role model and you know it. So did your mother. She once caught me trying to walk like you and kindly pointed out that my legs needed to be about considerably longer before I could manage that feat.