"My queendom for a pasty," she slurred. "My queendom for a pasty!"
Someone popped a piece of kale-wasabi cake into the woman's mouth. It had a dramatic effect: she had a seizure and lay writhing on the floor.
"Give her blood, giver her blood," the cry went up. Two Guild committee members flew to the woman to apply neck-to-mouth resuscitation. It did the trick; ten minutes later she was drinking tea.