Elia's giggles joined Hester's. "Oh, Hester, but we'll have to have contests. Whilst the men joust, the maids shall count the number of times their stomachs are lost. Chamberpots will have to be made to match each gown..." she was laughing too much to continue.
"Oh, think of it. How can we possibly be bored now? We will have to take bets on who will be graced with the maiden's unique attentions next feast... Can you imagine? In front of the entire court?"