Back in my youth, I was waiting my turn in court one morning as a couple of lawyers were arguing in a divorce case. The couple had no real property to fight over. They had no children to fight over. I’m sure that the lawyers, by that point, knew that they weren’t going to get paid for their efforts. The fight was over the pots and pans in the kitchen - all the couple had left to fight over after a protracted matter. The judge told them to have all the pots and pans sitting on the floor in front of the bench when he got back from lunch, and he’d do the property division if they couldn’t work it out, and that they each needed to have their clients there, as well, as he would deal with them at the same time.
After lunch, the lawyers announced that they wouldn’t need any more of the court’s time, and an agreed order would be submitted.