Malleus peers out in the hall for Sebek before closing the door sharply and turning to face the duo. He gestures vaguely to the chaos as his upper lip twists into a sneer. “ Ridiculous, the entire thing. Tie this! Wrap that! Twist here! Bow there! A four-tome set is needed just to know how to get the shoes on! It’s no wonder over half of the Lords of Green wind up passed out by the first quarter of the festival.”

“Is it that bad?” Silver sets down the basket to pick up a stray earring, turning it over in his hand before looking back to Malleus. The dour look on his prince’s face speaks the answer loud and clear. “Ah… father, you’ve done this before, correct?”