[Drabble] Treasons, Stratagems and Spoils

"Not you again," said Izzy.
"So, you still won't let us sing?" asked Zoe.
"No. I know you're up to something."
"Then you'll have to be persuaded. Off you go, Jamie."
Jamie walked out of the front door. A moment later, the drone of bagpipes
filled the air.
Izzy shook her head. "You'll have to do better than that," she said.
"There's nothing wrong with the sound of the pipes."
The drone suddenly rose into a discordant squealing noise. A nearby
plastic cup shattered and plaster dust began to fall from the ceiling.
Zoe smirked. "Even when Mel's playing them?"