"Nope, can't do it," grunted the plumber, standing up.
I gave her a bewildered expression and she shrugged, "Sorry, yer pipes have demands. I can't fix this, you have to."
"I don't really speak... Pipe?"
"Oh well," she mumbled thoughtfully, "Guess I could be yer go-between. You wanna know what they want?"
"I need a functioning sink, so yes?"
"Less peas, more Eco-friendly soap."
"That's all?"
"Maybe some lavender once in a while."