It’s a place where people gather thoughts, Quite often it has lines you can cross. If there is no glue, spiral wire runs through. I’d say it’s not electric, but someone digitally distilled its essence a long time ago.

It puts this on the skin or it gets the hose again. But most just use this to moisturize if they're dry and ashy.

They heat me till I whistle and scream, letting out a jet of steam. Every day they do this to me, only because they want a cup of tea.

I am an object that fairies use to yield their power. Without it, they are powerless.

I lurk in your kitchen, ready to spit out food you put in my mouth. With my dial, I offer you many false choices. Truthfully, I have only three: One - Do nothing. Two - Do what you expect. Three through fifteen - Burn my contents so far beyond recognition that even the best forensic investigators couldn't tell what you originally put in me.