"They are little creatures that attack aircraft, sabotaging and removing bolts.  My babushka told me of their ways."  She pointed at the table with her fork.  "They are capricious spirits that love to make trouble.  They will take a good, fine aircraft of the highest quality and riddle it with holes."<br/><br/>She stabbed her meat-like substance.  "We must put a stop to their mischief."  She looked around at her flightmates conspiratorially, "I can get rid of them, but I need four things."  She fanned out her fingers and brought a finger down with each one.<br/><br/>"A Red scarf.  A jar of mead.  Pink flowers.  Not purple, flowers!  Pink."  She said emphatically, "And lastly, but most importantly... music.  Any kind of music."