Scuttle stood up on all four hooves, and nodded his head. “Of course, My Queen.” Still, the smile remained on his face as he trotted over towards her. Watching him all the while, Chrysalis frowned when he placed his saddlebag on top of her small, squat and black bedside table. Glass clinked together as he fumbled around with it, before Scuttle pulled out a fat brown bottle and two small glasses. “Forgive me, I’m thankful to be chosen. Would you like to join me in a few drinks to relax a bit?”