"Your Royal Highness," Rosalie answered immediately, "same as a prince." She nudged his foot again, teasing, because that was him. She adopted an air of mock authority, and continued. "I would make everyone sit down together instead of running around the building getting in fights and do something-- tell their stories, maybe-- until it wore off. Like group therapy." She dropped the act, grinning. "How's your food?"
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