The maids exchanged gleeful glances and immediately started hurling slippers everywhere with far more enthusiasm than necessary.
'THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP'
Slippers rained down like some kind of absurd hailstorm.
Within minutes, the council chamber looked like a bizarre combination of an art supply store and a shoe warehouse that had exploded.
Every servant in the vicinity had somehow found an excuse to linger nearby, their faces alight with anticipation. This was going to be 'legendary' gossip.
"Everyone out," Heena said sharply. "Now."
The servants fled, though their faces showed clear disappointment at missing the actual show.
Heena turned to face the nobles, who were all standing frozen, looking at the mountain of slippers and the rows of ink pots with mounting horror.
"You guys," Heena said conversationally, "really seem to enjoy throwing ink and slippers and whatever else you can get your hands on, right? You 'love' this kind of thing."
