Fenestra—who hated water—was furious with Frank over his theme for the evening, and had already threatened to (a) call the Stink, (b) fill Frank’s bedroom with garlic bulbs, and (c) burn down the hotel. She had of course done none of those things, but was hanging threateningly from the black chandelier, hissing and baring her claws at any guests who dared float close enough.
