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 [Arkady is stirring an enormous cauldron with a gigantic white maple paddle. Steam bubbles up from it. Now and again she takes a bucket and pours a foamy brown liquid into the smaller white maple cauldron beside her. The smaller cauldron has several serving bowls hanging on pegs around its rim.]

Hello loves! Well, Scrad and Charlie are free men now. They ran home to undo some nastiness, but I've made a little something to celebrate. Don't worry about coming down the pub, I'll be popping round to you. 

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[Arkady pops into view with the wooden cauldron beside her, wielding a long ladle with which she continuously froths and stirs the mixture between serving out bowlsful. To announce her arrival in each place, she sings in a fluting voice:]

Wassail! wassail! all over the town,
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown;
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree;
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee....