“Do you think it’s fair?” Ismena groused “That I should go to bed with no supper wile you sit there and eat roast quail…in front of me!” “You broke Mother’s vase” Canta said simply, placing her fork down with gentle indignation. “…it was ugly!” “It was her Great Grandmother’s!” “…and old!” Canta closed her eyes and rubbed her aching brow “so you think you shouldn’t be punished” “Well no!” Ismena spat with trademark indignation “I was doing them a favor! Now she can ask father for a new one!”