The Court has seen many horrors in its time on this bench, but a dry clawfoot bathtub filled with 200 lemons where a sectional should be represents a NEW LOW in the annals of staging jurisprudence. This is not "trusting the process," this is FRUIT-BASED TERRORISM against a woman who simply wanted somewhere to sit and watch her stories. Reginald himself once had a staging company suggest placing a kayak in his breakfast nook and he had them ESCORTED from the premises by Order, who bumped into their ankles with great authority. The phrase "it photographs beautifully" is the last refuge of a stager who has lost all connection to how humans actually inhabit space, and The Court notes that NOBODY has ever walked into a showing and thought "yes, this is perfect, but where is the decorative produce receptacle that used to be plumbing." You let those lemons ROT, counsel, you let them ROT while 40 buyers wandered through what one correctly identified as a fever dream, and now you come before this Court seeking absolution. The 8K loss is not your punishment, it is merely evidence, and Reginald must now adjourn because the memory of this testimony has given him a citrus-related migraine.