Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

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Leda had been in her room attempting to write her coronation speech. She'd gotten as far as "I don't have any natural born right to tell you what to do, but neither do the Nobles" before she gave it up as a bad job.

Now she was playing a bootleg copy of a Broadway musical and singing along while making a pizza.

"Do you know what's worth fighting for..."

[Open naturally. And she of course is making enough pizza to share.]