“Where's Kipper?” I asked, and was surprised to note that Bobbie was dancing round the room on the tips of her toes uttering animal cries, apparently ecstatic in their nature. “Reggie?” she said, suspending the farmyard imitations for a moment.

The fundas are still largely relevant.

[T]hat old acquaintance, […] is neither lullabied with thy sweete Papp, nor ſcarre-crowed with thy ſower hatchet.

So why is it that Rand can't swing an Oath Rod without making a cuddlicious dame with fantastic powers fall in love with him?