"You used your vast, terrifying intellect to orchestrate a theatrical performance that resulted in my Chief Aide crab-walking through my office to protect his virtue. My dignity is in ruins. Therefore, your sugar supply is in ruins."
"I am innocent!" Seraphina lied flawlessly, widening her eyes, deploying the ultimate puppy-dog defense. "I don't know what you are talking about! I am just a six-year-old child! I was playing with my ducks! Professor Roan is the one who took his shirt off!"
"Do not insult my intelligence, Mushroom," Kaelus chuckled darkly. "Roan possesses the self-preservation instincts of a suicidal moth, but he lacks the political nuance to weaponize Valerius's specific prejudices. You wrote the script. You directed the play. You are the mastermind."
Seraphina's lower lip began to wobble.
She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing a glistening pool of tears to form.
