"In my wild and wooly youth." Arthur chuckles as he settles himself. Who could have thought the molten pools of Hell would feel so pleasant?

"Swimming holes, and of course there was the channel. Before...it all got too polluted to be safe." Even fish can't live there now. All the toxic runoff from the labs. And of course the motiline. On top of it all, the more wilderness bits of Wellington were overrun with either Wastrels or Plaguees. No swimming there.

"I suppose you could still try the old swimming holes, but you're likely to come out with an extra arm, covered in mushrooms, or just not come out at all."