"I'm sorry. You're hilarious. A true comedian. I'll book you as a show at the theatre as recempense. How does that sound?"

If he ever needed to incite a bloodbath, that was probably the perfect plan.

Max gives him a flat look, a moment away from rolling his eyes. "When I am surrounded by mature, rational adults and not sulky children who won't eat their fruit and veg, then I will stop sounding like a nursemaid." Which, considering the state that most people were in, was never going to happen.