The Royal Conference Room was usually reserved for discussing treaties, famine relief, and war strategy.
Today, it was being used for something far more dangerous: The Seating Chart.
Rajah stood at the head of the table, holding a pointer stick. He was sweating. Next to him, his nine-year-old son Arjun stood at attention, holding a stack of color-coded flags.
"Situation Report," Rajah barked. "Sector 4: The Buffet Line."
"High risk of congestion, General Dad," Arjun reported, slamming a red flag onto the map. "If we put the Wolf Clan near the Roast Beef Station, they will form a blockade. The Herbivores will starve."
"Agreed," Rajah nodded gravely. "We must deploy a distraction. Rurik, you are in charge of the Wolves."
Rurik, who was currently eating a sample wedding cookie, looked up. "I can't control them when there is beef, Rajah. It's biology."
"Then we flank them!" Arjun shouted, pointing to the map. "We place the Salad Bar here as a defensive perimeter!"
