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"That's all good." Pippi nodded. "Except the part about the hair. I don't agree with that."

"I like blondes," Ivanova put in, apropos of abso-fragging-lutely nothing, appearing out of nowhere and sitting beside them, her own tinfoily crown still in place.

"A good pair of sea legs wouldn't hurt either..." Pippi mused waving a chicken wing around. "... an shoulders... and arms... Shoulders and arms..."

There is a pause.

"Not everyone does. Some people like red hair or blonde hair or any kind of hair. I just always liked dark hair." Nadia said with a shrug. "And, um, shoulders and arms are good,"

Pippi appears lost in thought.

"Am I interrupting some secret girl thing?" Walter asked, not setting his tray of some of everything down yet. "And would it explain why Nadia is wearing a crown?"

Pippi is too preoccupied thinking thoughts (http://www5e.biglobe.ne.jp/~solid/e05/06-03-28.html).

[ooc: *snerk*]

"No secret girl things. But if there were, we might have to make you an honorary member of the club, since you've been a girl twice, now." Nadia adjusted her crown. "And I'm wearing a crown because I am Queen Nadia the First!" She paused dramatically. "Of England!"

Walter raised his eyebrows at that proclamation and set his tray down. "I think it's common knowledge that our royal family isn't all that photogenic. You'll be an improvement in that respect."

"I plan to take over," Nadia said, seemingly completely serious. "After all, if England can decide to claim Islas Malvinas, then an Argentine girl can claim England!"

Then she realized that Walter had just totally complimented her looks and blushed.

He hasn't seen recent photos of the current Princes or he might have been slightly less complimentary. Or maybe not, because flattery is part of his training.

"Dare I ask how you plan to take over my homeland? Will this be by force or cultural imperialism?" Yay, sociology vocabulary.

"I thought I'd just put up a lot of signs in Picadilly Circus and places that say 'Nadia is your Queen' and let people figure it out from there." Nadia sipped at her water, a picture of queenly dignity and poise.

If it weren't for the fact that the water-sipping was covering for the fact that she wasn't entirely sure what "cultural imperialism" meant.

Whereas Walter was using the opportunity to hide his grin behind a cheeckee veeng.

He waited until he wasn't talking with his mouth full to continue. "Will there be glitter involved with these signs?"

Nadia gave Walter a withering look that could be appreciated by any royalty around the world. "Glitter," she said, in a highly condescending tone "is involved in everything."

She didn't actually call Walter a peon, but it was certainly implied in her tone.

Then she grinned playfully and jingled her sceptre at him.

Walter refrained from mentioning that he could think of one or three things in which glitter should not be involved.

Pastry making. That's right. What else would he be thinking?

"My Lady obviously knows what she wants."

Yes, but sometimes, such as with "pastry making", it is metaphorical glitter.

Nadia decided she could totally get used to Walter calling her "my Lady".

"Yes," she said. "We do, Sir Walter." Man, she was just passing out the titles left and right today.

"A title! I've been knighted already. I am in your debt, my Lady." Not so much so that he didn't move on to eating some peeza.

"Now I'll never need to buttle again."

"Alfred will be terribly disappointed, we're sure."

No more watching his contractions when there was a chance Alfred was anywhere nearby? No more ruler?

"I'm sure that he'll learn to live with the disappointment."

"We'll just have to bestow some grand honor upon him, too, if he can't."

"One that comes with glitter would be best." Teaching Moral to chase Alfred around saying, Contractions are not the enemy, and Denim is an acceptable fabric for clothing? Priceless.

Just how many ruler thwaps do you suppose that would earn them?

And would Alfred be willing to thwap someone who wasn't his student?

Important questions for consideration.

"But of course there would be glitter. A sparkly crown, perhaps. A sparkly pink crown."

"... With sparkly pink dangly bits." said Pippi comming ~~back from lunch~~ out of ther reverie.

"I like the way you think, your Majesty." Because nothing beat the image of Alfred in a sparkly pink crown.

But there were other things to think of. "I have to interview an animal for Creature Languages. Do you think Furrball would talk to me?"

"Definitely with dangly bits," Nadia said to Pippi with a very small smirk. She had a feeling that the fact that Pippi had been so lost in thought was an indication that she was right and there was someone that she was interested in . . . . Now she just had to find out who.

Then she turned back to Walter. "What, as opposed to claw your legs off?" She shrugged. "Sure, I'm sure he'd like someone to talk to that spoke his language."