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Teisel is in water-hunting mode this morning. Anywhere there's water--the bucket of old aquarium water, my watering can, my glass of sparkling mineral water--he sticks his nose into. There's a silver bowl on the floor beside my altar, so out of curiosity, I poured some of said sparkling mineral water into it. It hissed and fizzed and scared the crap of out Teisel. Now he's sniffing around the room, occasionally staring at the bowl with concern and fascination.

Best worldbuilding detail of the day

Eurasian nomads made containers (for holding tea, salt or women's sewing supplies) out of ram and bull scrota.