[He watches the guy as moves to the wagon, closely enough that he doesn't anticipate the ear pulling. He spends the rest of her dialog rubbing it, only belatedly figuring out what she's upset about.
At least he gets a free tent out of it. He's the picture of excitement.]
No problem. [A pause. Then, much more muttered than it's probably supposed to be said--] Your Majesty. You brought cards?
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At least he gets a free tent out of it. He's the picture of excitement.]
No problem. [A pause. Then, much more muttered than it's probably supposed to be said--] Your Majesty. You brought cards?