Thayva stood in the dining hall, her arms crossed as she looked over the mess. If she did not know any better, she would have said that it looked worse than when she first saw it. The smell had intensified with the day, making it smell more like a market filled with slowly rotting food than a dining hall. A few of the staff still rushed about, careful to avoid slipping on any of the gunk coating the floor. Though she was sure she would be laughing at the whole thing in a couple months, for now, she frowned, glad she had spared her husband having to come back and see the whole mess again and deal with organizing the staff.
	“Hilda,” Thayva called to a human woman as she rushed by her, two buckets in a hand.
	The human stopped and slid slightly on a patch of what looked like it may have once been someone’s plate of vegetables.
	“Yes?” Despite looking frazzled, her hair pulled up in a bun with strands sticking out of it, and a slight sheen of sweat visible on her forehead, she looked to Thayva with a cheerful expression the dracon suspected was her way of keeping from 
	“Have any of the other staff done an inventory check on the cleaning supplies yet?”
	“No, ma’am. Not yet. I was about to start.”
	“Good.” Thayva nodded and stepped toward Hilda. “I’ll give you a hand. Grab Ferdinand as well, so we can get this done quick and figure out how many children get what.”
	Hilda gave a grateful smile, nodded, and hurried off to find Ferdinand, a lizardfolk with brown scales who had just stole down a hallway. 
	Thayva walked to where a pile of cleaning supplies was quickly accumulating.

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	The three girls stared at Laura at her question, before Kia let out a long, loud laugh.
	“You know,” Belle began, grinning, “for all I know, it could.”
	“If you ever want to test that theory, count me in!” Laya’s expression mimicked Belle’s.
	“Or it could always be the first adventure you and Jorn go on together,” Kia offered.