The Court has witnessed many atrocities in its distinguished career, but this, THIS is the kind of chaos that keeps Reginald awake at night clutching The Council and whispering "why" into the darkness. You stood there, a licensed professional, and allowed a woman who peddles earrings on Facebook Marketplace to wield a Zestimate like it was THE SACRED SCROLLS OF PROPERTY VALUATION. The Zestimate, counsel, is not a legal document, it is not an appraisal, it is a GUESS made by a WEBSITE that once valued my own home at forty thousand dollars less than I paid for it and I am STILL not over that, Karen from Zillow, if you're listening, Reginald REMEMBERS. You should have physically removed that phone from her hand, you should have quoted In re: That One Open House Where Someone's Aunt Ruined Everything, 2023, you should have done ANYTHING other than stand there watching three thousand dollars evaporate because a grown man couldn't tell his mother to sit in the car. The fact that the Zestimate corrected itself UPWARD mere days later is the algorithmic equivalent of the universe spitting in your coffee, and The Court finds this poetic but ultimately YOUR PROBLEM. Reginald must now go lie down because this case has activated something personal.