"Me a prince, of course I am. Are you kidding. I make the perfect prince, I'm charming as fuck, love." With a laugh, he sat on the table near the kitchen watching her. His eyes trained on he. Oddly it was weird to talk about it. "A princess." He thought for a moment. "Untombinde. The princess and the haunted pool." He winked. Of course, that was a South African fairy tale. So it was kind of cheating. "I bet I'm wrong, huh." He chuckled. He even bet she never heard of the tale.
"Okay okay. We can go. What do you want for take out? Pizza, or chinese?" He asked as he started grabbing menus from different places that were near by. "What are you thinking for our liquid celebration?"