"Oh, it's the easiest thing in the world!" guffaws the dwarf. His hands come up, miming the first two actions he describes. "You just grab -- yank down -- stare in awe and wonder, and acquire a staggering inferiority complex if you happen to be male. Nothing to it!"
Stultus mmms thoughtfully. "Well, the climb is a pain in the posterior, of course. I feel truly terrible any time I have to ask the servants to bring something up. I'm going to need to come up with something to ease their burden once I've got my lab set up... maybe next year sometime. But overall, I like it. It's got... character." He briefly contemplates informing the other magi that the ability to piss on the entire world if one feels like it is an advantage, but he doesn't think Tranquillina or Gerulf will appreciate the humor. Fiona would likely find it hilarious, though.
Stultus, being the linguist bastard that he is, echoes "Slainte!" and takes a drink before going back to talking. "The mice I've found to be a mixed blessing. They're irritating -- but they're entertaining, they keep other pests out, and unlike their mundane cousins don't gnaw the books and don't leave their droppings all over the place. I just wish I could stop them from... well. Never mind," he ends in a mumble. "My problem, and it's somewhat embarrassing."