"You have to resort to something like that to deal with Kuzco?" Margaery asked, remembering Kuzco all too well from the shuttle. "Really? Can't you just flatter him and try to distract him with something sparkly until you get your way?"

She kind of thought that was the way to get around his...Kuzco-ness, from what she'd observed, but she also didn't have to live with him.