"Just to be clear I do NOT like this idea! How do you know that the damn thing even works?! It's thousands of years old! And why do I need to wash hair that's getting cut off?!" Shasta practically yelled in dismay.
Peggy placed her balled fists on her hips as she used her no-nonsense tone; "Oh, quit yer caterwauling and get in the bloody tub! The water won't stay warm forever!"
"Was that supposed to be funny? Because it wasn't! I told you: I don't like getting wet! Are you sure there isn't another way to do this?!" Shasta's voice was slightly shrill as she stared at the full bathtub with a fuzzed-up tail and bent-back ears.
"Oh, don't be such a bairn about it! It's just a wee soak and trimmin'! Tis not like we're drownin' ye! Or shavin' ye bald! And we Have to clean ye before and after we cut yer fur. Now stop wastin' our time, and get in the bloody water!" Peggy hollered back.
"I never agreed to this!" Shasta protested.
