"Y-yes yes. Pick out whichever kind you want. I'll get it for ya."
“… Y’know, you’d be way better if you were like this all the time. C’mon, then ! I wanna buy a princess cake ! Like the wedding ones, but better. Didja know they can put gold in cakes now ?”
“Thought we had a connection but turns out you’re just like every other bratty princess.”
Effin’ dammit Poemi.
…Well, that was surprising. Instead of disain or disapproval, an expression of confusion comes onto her face and she leans forward, as if trying to scrutinise his expression and her own face in the reflection of his glasses.
