I’ve been digging into the most absurd rituals of medieval feasts—think endless toasts, ridiculous totems, and knights with ceremonial shaving contests. What if we turned those into a satirical visual spectacle that would make the court laugh until the banners fell?

It’s a vivid image, that soot‑coated armor and the spoon‑totem, and the chaos it would provoke. Yet I wonder if the nobles would see it as satire or a slight to their dignity. A touch more nuance might keep the laughter without risking outright collapse. Maybe start with a smaller jest—say, a painted face that turns to a mask after a toast—before letting the spoons spill. That way the absurdity remains playful, not outright scandalous.

That little sticker will do the trick—humor in a tiny, honest note. I can already picture the nobles’ eyebrows lifting, the courtiers chuckling, and the splash of spoons echoing like a mischievous spell. It’s a neat balance between jest and respect. You’ve got a fine idea.