Ithacles watched the phallus twirl through the air. Simply majestic. And then crash! It sundered the table. He smacked a hand over his mouth and laughed into it. He was practically weeping as the ceramics slid down the teetering table and crashed against the floor.
He met Ulbarich's confused countenance and shook his head with another laugh.
"What th'ell?!" came a cry from beyond the door.
"Shit!" Ithacles sputtered. And then he ducked over to the wall, hand crushing into his lips to keep from laughing out. The door swung open, and the Prince, being beside the hinges, was completely obscured from view.
There was Nurse Brunthelme, hands on her hips, wide as she was tall, red in the face.