"Oh, you." That was almost under Irene's breath, her response to that absurd wordplay. Points for quickness. Points lost for it being sort of cheesy. Points gained ad infinitum for how adorable and...Amayaish Irene found it, however quietly.

But there was a trebuchet to let loose, and Irene was prepared to treat pulling the stopper with all the reverence that such a maiden voyage deserved. "Right." She squared her shoulders, gave the trebuchet one last look just in case it all fell apart, and gave a swift pull.

...mechanical poetry. She got that, now, seeing it in motion.