Smart?

Smart?!

She's never been smart before! Oh, this is going to be fun!

Because, you know, it's occurred to her that they don't exactly breed celestial lions for their smarts, right? It's probably bad for the job. Qualifications: must be able to stand for years in a garden, doing a whole not of not very much except glowering at anybody not on the list. You don't want smart guards--you want stolid idiots who can't be talked around or persuaded that they're allowed in the garden, and certainly never convinced that actually, cookies are [i]great[/i] before bedtime.

Mind you, [i]champion[/i] glowerers. Won't find a better glowerer here or there than celestial lions. Glowers for days.

You know, glower is a fun word. You say it enough times and the word just stops meaning anything. Gllllll-ower. Premium mouthfeel, would say again.

 … What was she saying?

Right! Smarts, comma, how she is! 

Carefully, she starts feeding Hsien's other arm into the slot of the vending machine.

"Do you think we should put Izi in there too? S'like, you're virtuous, and I'm from heaven and therefore virtuous. But Izi isn't virtuous, right? If we're putting the Princess in a vending machine to help her avoid temptation, then [i]logically[/i]"--

Oh, that's another good word. L's and G's, that's the stuff.

--"Logically, we should do the same to everyone else to help them avoid temptation! So Izi needs to get tied up too!"

She's out the door and into the main cafe area in a flash.

They're gonna need a lot more vending machines.