I suppose I'd expected the decor of the Ali'i' s private office to be something like that of the throne room: dark, polished woods, somber drapes, that kind of drek. Good try, but no cigar. The place was light and airy, painted in pale pastels that made it feel larger than it actually was. The desk and credenza were macroplast finished in a contrasting pastel. The chairs—there were four of them, one behind the desk and three in front—weren't the antiques I expected either; instead, they were this-year's-model self-adjusting units.