Discord

"Are you sure this isn't over doing it?" enquires Discord, daintily dabbing at his mouth with a napkin. He swallows it a moment later.

Around the stationary couch, the cottage creaks and groans ominously as the entire structure gently rotates in place. Cupboards bang, bird houses swing wildly and all manner of bric-a-brac rains down from ceiling to floor to ceiling again.

"You said to make myself at home while you were gone but I wouldn't want to overstep my bounds... "