ye olde mingle of the pathstone variety

[openhands]

Who: crew of the pathstone & you!!!
Broadcast: ??
Action: aboard the pathstone, yo
When: 11/25 & beyond

[So how about that longer hallway? Weird, right? Or you know the new antiquated look in the interior is kinda nice...right? Right.]

[...GET IN HERE, IT'S A MINGLE]

Comments

[princessia]

[ Whoa!! She's happy to be rewarded with her tough auntie's smile.

In response to her question, she shakes her head. ]

I already did some shopping with Jove. I get bored staying in my room sometimes...

[openhands]

I can imagine. [A small girl like that shouldn't be cooped up like that. She should have room to run about and play. Even Cassandra had that in her own gilded cage.] How are you finding the changes to the ships?

[princessia]

[ The ships are at least better than her living circumstances back in Hamil. Having stayed on the ships for several months already though, it does get rather dull. ]

The ceiling's lower, but I don't mind.

[ It doesn't bother her anyway, since she's short. Cullen, on the other hand... ]

I think Daddy might accidentally hit his head someday.

[ She says with a smile, looking as though she's trying to suppress a laugh. Okay, maybe she might think him hitting his head would be amusing... Elize, that's mean. ]

[openhands]

[Oh, she shouldn't approve of that in the least bit and she should be sending Elize one of those reprimanding looks she has (not one of the withering ones, however). But she just can't quite make herself do it and it comes out less than half-hearted as far as an attempt is concerned, Cassandra suppressing a smile of her own.]

Perhaps we ought to see if we can find him a few helmets then.

[princessia]

A few?

[ She partially covers her mouth with both her hands, a failed attempt to cover up a small laugh. ]

[openhands]

[Now, now...]

Elize...

[Continuing laughing at your dad.]

[princessia]

[ It would need to be a nice set of pink helmets, if Elize were to decide...

But she's going to bite back any further laughter. Lowering her hands, she reveals her blushing and a smile. ]

I don't think they sell helmets here anyway.

[openhands]

Just as well. I'm sure Cullen will be mindful of where his head is.