"What's a hag want with a society to reform hags for anyway?" Fred reached around behind a crate and found, after finding a pygmy puff that had been hiding and growing too fat, a bottle of Firewhiskey right where he almost remembered it being.
"Aren't they pretty happy being hags? And she'd be smart to want to snog me. I'm much better looking. But she only has EYE for you, mate."