Princin' ain't easy. No, seriously. It was hard being a prince, and technically, he'd only been at it for a few hours. Mateo had been stared at by hundreds of eyes, been adjusted and readjusted, been ordered around (more than usual) and he'd even had a few really nice times with his family (mama, dad, Abuelo). He was tired, but he was holding out for that cake. There were a lot of them, actually, so a slice from any one of 'em would do. Still... he felt himself drifting. There was another speech happening. He rested his chin on the table he was seated at near his mother and (huh) step-dad. Next to him sat his pup, also chin-on-table. Their eyes simultaneously flitted shut.