You’ve had enough of this. It’s been a long day, and you’re tired and cold and hungry,
and you’re just a little princess, after all.
You throw yourself down and proceed to have a Royal Temper Tantrum. Thinking quickly, you snatch some fronds and weave the queen the biggest, most impressive
basket that your little brain can conceive of. Surely this will placate her royally-capricious temper
and show her what a talented little pony you— No, no…that would be…
…silly… Glancing behind you, you happen to notice a complex mechanism involving a pie and a bellpull.
With your keen mathematical ability, you swiftly calculate that activating the mechanism will cause
the pie to fly out at a trajectory that will result in it landing directly upon the queen’s face.
Okay, seriously, why do they even have that if not to tempt you?