The team reached the small, unadorned service door, half-hidden behind a towering filing cabinet. It looked plain, simple, and most importantly, unlocked. The hundreds of tiny, bored fairy eyes were still watching them, a silent, collective judgment that made Pip's skin crawl.
"Okay," he whispered, his voice trembling. "It's not trapped with a magical ward, but what if it's another kind of trap? What if opening it alerts the entire office that we've broken the rules?"
His paranoid hesitation was too much for the hungry Gilda. With a grunt of pure impatience, she move forward to reached for the door handle.
Sir Crumplebuns, however, saw something else entirely. He saw his commander, Gilda, bravely "charging" a potentially dangerous, unknown door. As a knight, he could not allow her to face such a peril alone.
"WAIT!" he declared, heroically placing himself between Gilda and the door. "ALLOW ME! IF IT IS INDEED A TRAP, MY HEROIC FLUFF SHALL ABSORB THE BLOW!"