Gasping, Lesallia whirled around as she felt the cool sauce slide down her exposed back, anger vanishing as she surveyed the three on the floor, all of which were covered in a variety of food products. “What in the name of all that is holy are you three doing?!” Astonishment colored her face as she looked in dismay at the many ruined dishes. Those were for the festival! What were they thinking? “Don’t lose a button Les’, it were an accident, no one meant to do anything.” Maybe it was the vapid way Arryn said it or the dismissive hand wave that accompanied the words, but before anyone could intervene, Lesallia had hurled a glob of whipped cream straight at the tattooed woman’s head.