[So, no pampering unless insisted? Sorry, he's gonna insist. Because here he is, walking up to her and promptly throwing an arm around her shoulders and stopping her from whatever she's doing (asking people how they are, trying to arrange things-- no, Snow, stop that now) and directing her to sit down at the nearest table.]
Now, Princess, you're gonna sit here, do nothin', and I'm gonna get you somethin' to eat and drink. Any objections?