Forming a Plan/A Unicorn Ride

Brinn brought Devrim back to her quarters. In the large sitting room offset from her bedroom, they each situated themselves on a fluffy sofa. "Bring us tea," she said to one servant. To the rest she said, "Leave us!" There was a mad scramble as the staff scurried to comply.

"I am not thirsty," Devrim said wearily. He was frustrated and angry, neither of which required a drink.

Brinn wrinkled her nose. "It is protocol that I offer you a drink. If I do not, one of the servants is likely to tell dear old mom, who will come and see what we are up to. Best to follow the rules to avoid suspicion." Normally she would throw all the rules out the window, but solving their problem unobserved was more important. The tea appeared, and Brinn graciously offered some to her guest as the servant retreated.

"Now that we are alone, we have to figure this out." Brinn was already deep in thought.

Devrim watched her carefully. "Why are you helping us?"

"Look, I know yo