[all recorded, since Penelo has her journal slid in one thumb as she sneaks into the council chambers...]
Hi, Larsa! I brought your lunch...
....[giggling]
VAAN, GET HIM!
I'VE GOT HIS WAIST, YOU GRAB HIS LEGS!
GO GO GO GO!
[scrambling, toppling of chairs and important documents, squeals of young imperial protest, demands of explanation]
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