"Naturally," Eileen murmured, and added ever-so-graciously. "Of course if you wish to assign detentions in the future, I now have plenty of equipment which needs thorough cleaning. Send them on down."
She accepted her share of whiskey with a nod of thanks, then sniffed and sipped it. "Rules are comforting," she echoed. "All too comforting, especially when someone else is pulling the reigns. It's all too easy to give in and trust without questioning if someone powerful is yanking the leash right and left and sideways. But who will hold their leash in turn?"
As he brought up Tadpole, she merely nodded. "I'm working on it. We'll see... or at least I hope that he will too, eventually."