You know, as much as I hate to admit it, Princess and I never did get along. I rescued her from a clutch of loot back... somewhere around 1789, I believe it was, and always thought she was just a puzzle box. I was right in that she's a box, and she's puzzling, but I was thinking along the lines of La Merchand more than I was thinking Da Vinci. Dean's the far better host for her.
Have you figured out what she sustains upon? I can't imagine she's simply mechanical, she must have some sort of fuel.
Anyway! Yes, tell Dean I'll be stopping by. I'll be bringing the matron of the house a gift, of course. It is, after all, customary.