Elia nearly jumped out of her skin but she caught the object hurtling at her. Bloodorange. She clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the scream that nearly erupted but recovered quickly.
"MYRWIN, you brat!" She lobbed the bloodorange back at him. Not exactly the proper greeting for the Prince of Dorne but it wasn't court. "Gods, you scared me to death." The words were accusing but she was laughing. "And look at you... what the cat wouldn't be bothered to drag in at all."