They weren't raised right. I've undone what I could, since I started working at the palace.

[She unlocks the door and they are immediately treated to the sight of two gorgeous white hounds, sprawled out and snoozing regally in a white pile on the couch.]

...lazy brats. Pepi's around somewhere; either in our room or the spare one.

[But she heads to the kitchen, rummaging around in the cabinets and fridge until she gets a couple bottles of beer and an entire handle of rum.]

So. Is this a glasses sort of day, or a straight-from-the-source sort?