It was almost no different from chaperoning a dance. In fact, in Ziio's mind, there was no difference. She got to stand around, eye the tables, make sure no one did anything that was too out of line and just keep things somewhat under control.

Except one of the few dances Ziio had looked after involved a large and unruly 'boss' object. She could live without another one of those, but in the mean time she was going to park herself by the table. And keep her eyes on everyone who approached it.

And any kids caught spiking anything were going like to get a sharp wallop upside the head. Maybe. Probably.