Misha covered her mouth to hide a choking laughter. "Stick it to the man!" she said, raising her hand into the air. Sobering slightly, she shrugged. "I mean, we could always petition his pretty boy ass. Gotta have some democracy." She thought for a second, then smirked. "We could say, 'A lil' bird tells me Sacha gets off her throne and gathers wood every day.' "