Sarkis emerged from the scullery, looking soggy. “I have defeated the dishes.” “Were there any survivors?” “The only casualty was some kind of monstrous serving plate with pears on it.” “Oh, that,” said Halla with relief. “Dare I hope it’s broken past any possible mending?” Sarkis considered this for a moment, then went back into the scullery. Sounds of breaking crockery drifted through the open door. “Yes,” he said, returning.
