Phaedra holds up a scone, eyes closed, looking sassy.
Phaedra: I'm losing my patience.
A skeletal hand, glowing red, reaches down and grabs the scone. Phaedra stops, opening her eyes in shock.
Cheth: Oh? And what happens when you lose your PATIENCE, your highness?
Phaedra's chair spins, with the princess looking stunned in her seat, the plate of scones in her lap. The male half of Cheth leans on one arm of the chair, red cape and strings billowing around them both. He smiles happily down at her, holding the scone up above her head with a taunting grin.
Cheth: Should I be afraid of you, little blueberry banshee?
Outside, Pavel and Katja look at each other worriedly. Katja whines.