I'm somewhat ashamed to admit that I try very hard not to think about who cleans the baths.

[ Easier to admit to things like that, somehow, when he's up to his cheeks in glitter and rooting around like some sort of monster looking for tubers. Flynn doesn't even know what he's looking for, and there's glitter in his nose, making him sneeze as he lifts his head with glitter coating him down to his eyelashes to blink balefully at Palamedes. ]

...it really would be a terrible way to go, wouldn't it? Death by sparkles.