And as the best woman in the world, instead of cringing at my awful line, Ambrosia only smiled widely.
"Of course, Nectus. The pants and everything else. You've been away from me for too long."
"I *knew* I could always rely on you, Amby."
***
The Council only gathered by noon.
Instead of Workharder, her second-in-command was present: Commander Foreman Keepworking.
At some point between the invention of the furniture and my return from Camp Rich, the Council Chamber was upgraded with a large round table and six chairs. The furniture was rough, but it *was* better than standing for hours.
The table was also a great place to put lit candles and stacks of wax tablets, which someone already did.
As soon as I sat down, an Attendant appeared over my shoulder, silently asking if I needed anything. When I nodded, she smiled and poured me a cup of nectar.
"Thanks, Delivery," I thanked her.