A Roman dog can certainly dunk a Roman pig. *The delegate eyes Apil menacingly and she looks at him and mouths "What?" all innocent like* So, you want the big strapping male there eh? *Apil manages to hold a straight face* Very well, three pomegranates will cost you that pretty stola you're wearing. Deal?

Of course Maria shucks her stola, comforted by the fact she's still wearing her tunica. She takes careful aim and fires three rotten fruit at Bablas' target in rapid succession. Bam! Direct hit! Bam-Bam!

Balbas falls into the vat of (what the heck is in there now?)