Niklas watched the two Princess's exchange, marveling silently at their differences. Absently, he nudged Fareeha with his elbow, getting her attention. In response to her stare, he whispered- even though it was loud enough for all of them to hear- "I can ship it."

Fareeha elbowed him back- much harder than he did to her- and gave him a smug grin at his wince. Niklas really, really didn't want to see how hard she could elbow- he had no doubt it'd REALLY hurt.

Fareeha joined in on the conversation, deciding to go a bit more about the... camaraderie about all of this.

"And I'll wear something none of you would expect. We can all do something different for the ball- and Niklas, no fedora. Something sensibly different, not something that just doesn't look good."

Niklas was crestfallen, visibly so. He was actually, somewhat, childishly proud of his fedora, since he found it by accident. It was an odd contrast to the reason why he was out during breakfast in the first place, but that was currently besides the point.