The mun has a snow day, and if she has to read one more page of fucking Freud is going to kill something.
Random is feeling much the same way about the papers he's currently looking through. Sadly, he has no snow day. When you are King of Amber, you get no weather excuses.
In light of the latest wave of new arrivals (Random has spotted the pattern, have you?) the King of Amber is out on a couch, doing his paperwork and whistling, ready to give directions or explanations, or just generally be normal at anyone who comes by looking new.
He has a lot of fun playing the comforting, friendly type.