...Are clearly called for in Tonga.
And by the time she's said
'Hoolima Kittiluca Cheecheechee'
It is usually too late!
Now I can't remember what train of thought led me to "The Philological Waltz" this morning, but the affirmative-consent connection came later.
Might have been something to do with a bit of world-building that had me distracted during morning walkies, trying to come up with a plausible human-inhabited world of the distant future in which one could have adventures among the wild tribes. (It calls for some oddly specific geography, but the history isn't too farfetched.)