"Well, the current crop seem to have fun with just about anything I throw at them," Amaya noted, and, pumpkin secure in the sling, moved around to the side of the trebuchet, sparing a small, frequent shake of her head that one of those excitable nerds was possibly in line as a future King of Daventry. "But it definitely seems like a...."

Look, it was there, she had to say it, even if she didn't always feel good about it.

"...smashing success.

"Anyway!" Best just move right along from that one, and she nodded at the rope connected to the bar keeping the counterbalance up. "Ready when you are, Irene. Let 'er rip."