"I'll tell you for him, if you want." Plourr loathes Laabann and doesn't exactly make a secret of it. There's a reason he's a founding member of the band of nobles that have taken to calling themselves the loyal opposition.

"Yeah. In the kitchen." She points vaguely in the direction of her chambers' tiny, woefully underequipped kitchen. "And I went down to the palace kitchens to get it, so it doesn't taste like machine oil."