Grant let out a sigh as he stood up. "[b]Nadeline is probably haggling poor Wesley, she can get really annoying when it comes to supplies.[/b]" Emiri giggled as she joined Grant. They walked on over to the supply room, with Grant walking in first. Needless to say, the man was not very happy to see his niece and friend in a rather...steamy position. "[b]WHAT DO YOU TWO THINK YOU'RE DOING?![/b]" Grant immediately gripped his hair, in complete and total shock as he yelled out in despair.

His outburst was enough to snap Nadeline out of the mood. She tore her gaze away from Wesley and spotted the group at the doorway. Grant was in complete shock, much like having walked in on his own daughter doing...things...he was not happy. Nadeline let out a gasp. "[b]Haven't you heard of knocking?![/b]" She whined, clearly upset.

"[b]KNOCKING?! This is the SUPPLY ROOM![/B]" Grant shouted, flailing his arms. "[b]Need I remind you two that you are a PRINCESS and a PRINCE, and you two are FROLICKING when we have an important journey ahead of us?![/b]"

Nadeline scoffed. "[b]We were just...having fun. You're the rude one for interrupting![/b]"

"[b]Interrupting?! INTERRUPTING?![/B]"

"[b]That excuse only works when you're in a bedroom.[/b]" Emiri chided lightly. Oh, this was poetic justice in everything.

The blonde princess was absolutely not amused by Emiri's joke. At all. An Antidote whizzed by Grant's shoulder, nearly hitting him. He ducked as she then chucked a Potion, though Emiri was not as fortunate. It hit her right on her upper chest, exploding into what could only be described as the most painful Cure she had ever experienced. The cuts caused by the bottle were immediately healed, though they had more to worry about: Nadeline continued her barrage of throwing items at them. Emiri let out a yelp, though she tried to save the items, jumping around rather comically to save them from hitting the wall. Grant wasn't as fortunate, and Nadeline managed to nail him on the head with an X-Potion. The raven haired man fell to the floor in a daze, having been knocked out by the still intact bottle.