"...and she's buying a stairway to Heaven," you conclude as the feasting nobility sit in silence. King Jim leaps to his feet, applauding his hands off. The rest of the group takes the hint and huzzahs. "Brilliant!" he declares. "A fit rebuke of the excess of Rome! To compare the Papal dictator, in his bright robes and golden finery, to a woman! Fine satire!" You return to the main table where the Princess and Fairy Godmother sit. "We shall toast your health," Jim decides. "Name your drink."