"As you wish. If you would hold this for me as I carry you, please." Solomon deposited his walking stick in her hands. Amalthea received it with a surprised "Oof!" Why was it so heavy? Was it a magic staff? Those things packed a whallop. Or maybe it was a hidden blade? The possibilities intrigued her, and she couldn't help turning it over and scouring it for seams or buttons.

Her feet gave out from under her. She released a delighted squeal when Solomon picked her up in his arms and started to walk. The princess stared at the thick muscles rippling in his arms, and trailed her fingers along his right arm in admiration. [i]Why am I so smitten with him? He's just a farm boy. I should behave myself.[/i] With that depressing thought, she suppressed a pout and gazed back toward the town.

Solomon had other things on his mind. "From that smoke coming from the inn, I would say that we may be in time for a midday feast!" From the smile on his face, he was looking forward to it. "I have been dying to have a roast for the longest time! Maybe they'll even have some roasted potatoes..."

Amalthea covered her mouth and giggled. "You're excited to have potatoes? Then...so am I! And I [i]am[/i] rather hungry."

They stepped inside the inn and were met with the aromas of grilled beef, roasted potatoes, and fresh vegetables. The innkeeper greeted them with a friendly wave. "Oy! Welcome back, Solomon m'boy! Who's the girl?"
The Matriarch Hilda also greeted them, though only with a raised eyebrow and a pleased "Hmph."

The princess looked back at Solomon, lips parted. "What wonderful friends you have..." she remarked quietly. "I'd give anything for people to greet me like that back home."