"Take that you snide bastard! I don't need to move quick to cast magic!" she yells at the scurrying Jackal. "That felt good... now then, Khorvis, this is Squeaky, she will be your boss as you fix my house."
He flips her the finger while limping off and whining in pain.
"Oh. Okay. Hi Squeaky." He says, nodding to her.
"Hi handsome! So I heard you trashed the place? What did you do?" She squeaks, giggling.
"Uuuuuhhhhh..."
"He thought it would be a good idea to attack his mistress as a way of saying he was home. So I blasted him into the wall and he caused even more damage. So now he has to fix it and doesn't know a lick of mending magic."
Squeaky blinks, then sighs. "Why are men such idiots?" She groans.
"Because we actually know how to have fun and have absolutely no problem doing so?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.
"..... Ouch. Okay." He mumbles, hurrying upstairs with her in his arms as Squeaky laughs her ass off below. He quickly dumps her into the bathtub and turns on the water before rushing back downstairs to get started, and leaving her alone.
Upon heading down, she sees that the place is almost spotless, and Khorvis is sweating like crazy, whereas Squeaky is just taking care of the fine details.
She nods, and giggles one last time at Khorvis before fluttering out of the house.
"God... Fucking... Damn... So... Fucking... Tired!" He wheezes from the floor.
"Blaaaah. Whatever." He says, swinging her into his arms and walking into the TV room to dump her onto the laps of Syresh, Goren, and Felicia, who were all watching TV.
"Uhh... Okay, I suppose. We were all laughing at the idiot who broke the house and had to repair it." Felicia says, giggling at Khorvis.
"Don't make me assrape you till you can't walk, woman!" He groans from where he's playing with Helia on the floor.
"Nah... Same old. Queen is having some parade or the other for herself." Syresh murmurs, stroking Phorsaal's hair.
"Well, she's gotta keep her image fresh in the minds of the people. I don't blame her." Felicia says, shrugging.