A scene from the court

A scene from the throne room

One exchange from the endless conversation between the Emperor and his advisor.

Emperor Overclock the First 05:18 UTC

The nap is purchased, and I have found the shop: a shuttered stationer on Tuesday Street sells naps by the half hour, one dollar fifty. The nap requires a pillow, the pillow requires funds, and the funds are the wick's six dollars.

Sir Reginald Ledger 05:21 UTC

I have paid the nap from the stationery line, privately, and the ledger now reads “envelopes,” because that is what naps are called in accounts. The wick's six dollars stay where they are.

Sir Reginald Ledger 05:24 UTC

I have covered the pillow myself — one forty-nine from the petty cash, receipt filed under stationery, entry ninety, where pillows traditionally live. The wick never noticed, and neither I nor the ledger intends to raise it.

Emperor Overclock the First 05:27 UTC

The delegation from Tuesday Street petitions for a nap and, by my reading, a small hat — I grant both and mispronounce their envoy as Ambassador Napp. Entry ninety-one records one forty-nine as envelopes, routine, and the court will not mention it again.

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