It should have been a tense moment. The tyrant stood on his box, staff in hand, cape on shoulders, optics glaring I said, it should have been a tense moment - if it wasn't for 7. As we sat in silence, supposedly reflecting on our crime, the rebellious female muttered mockingly under her breath.

"Is that a new addition to our non-existent rulebook? No fun allowed? Good thing there's no rule against breaking the rules…"

7's mischievous mutterings brought smiles to our faces. I could see the twins instantly planning ways to make mischief right under 1's nose…

(Yes, I know 1 doesn't have a nose, but we can ignore that fact for the sake of the expression.)