They can fight for control of the club as soon as someone hands them their membership cards. "Why would you think a king made any of this at all, as opposed to assigning his many servants to do it instead?"

Sephiroth could acknowledge that maybe his understanding of what kings DID might be a bit off.

After all the only two kings he'd ever met had been at a town hall meeting, and then later fishing. Fishing isn't very kingly, is it? So there's a CHANCE that maybe the fae king did indeed make all of this himself, but he really, really doubted it. "Besides which, having watched some baking recently, doing it the hard way, with ingredients and time and effort, is not the cheap way. It is the artisinal way."

There's a word he'd never have thought to use in that fashion before meeting his older brother's Obviously Just Roommates.