I'm probably spoiling the little bastard, honestly. It wants attention constantly. I don't think it's had it in a century or more. Needy little thing.

[She was muttering it as she came into view. The new arrangement o the shrine was still getting to her, but she couldn't very well deface it, not when she didn't know who she'd be pissing off, so she was trying to place nice. She grunted and glared down at the offending tool.]

Behave. I made the water clock obey. I can keep a rowdy broom in line.

[Tonk]