At his study, Custard Cookie held a sharper glint than his composed facade suggested. He tapped a finger against a dossier, its cover emblazoned with the official seal of the Convocation of Elders. This particular report detailed the latest proposed infrastructure projects for the Crème Republic, and amongst the pages, a section dedicated to the "Undercity Revitalization Initiative" caught his attention. It bore the insignia of House Oyster.

A subtle sneer tugged at the corner of his lips. "More of Oyster Cookie's… ambitious visions," he murmured, voice filled with disdain. "Always seeking to dip her salty dough into matters far beyond her station." He flipped through the pages with a dismissive flick, his gaze barely registering the suggested benefits for the lower districts. To him, it was merely a thinly veiled attempt to divert resources and challenge House Custard's preeminence.