I’ve rarely seen a kot without cheese. When I was a little girl I’d roll a cheese wheel down the street and watch them scamper after it. Hell, I’ve seen kots stack cheese on a table like they fucking accomplished something. Fuck is that? I mean, really. But it got me to thinking. We’re going to have a Cheese Fair out by the Sleeping Tree, and hold a raffle. A vial of skooma inside a giant cheese wheel! What with watered down soda sap, overpriced moon sugar cookies, kotnip sandwiches, and the raffle tickets, we will take in more than enough to pay off Balgruuf, insure protection from all the guards, and any other incidentals to make sure the Cheese Fair is a success. Overhead for a project like this is enormous, but I’m looking to clear a quarter million septims, and that’s a conservative estimate. Oh, and it’s a fine day with you around.