[center][h2][color=palegoldenrod]Gabrielle Angouras[/color][/h2][/center]

As it turned out, Gabrielle wasn't the only one to be late. The person she'd expected to be annoyed was nowhere to be seen, only turning up a few minutes after her arrival. Despite his surprisingly laidback attitude, Gabrielle couldn't help but cringe. Her of all people, looking less than presentable in front of a lord? Not that it should matter, what with his frog form and all, but still!

At the sight of the glass in his hand, the Lopunny raised a fluffy eyebrow. Who the hell even drank at breakfast anyway, besides some of the washups she'd known, the ones more famous for stumbling out of nightclubs than anything else? Maybe the liquor's effect was why he had to go and lecture her.

Mira, of course, didn't even need a drink to give her own input. [color=magenta]"Believe me, I know it's tough,"[/color] was her equally harsh-edged reply, [color=magenta]"but that's no excuse to take it out on us."[/color] With that, she headed off to thank the Emboar.

Gabrielle scowled. So a servant claimed to know what it was like to have a charmed life ripped away. [color=palegoldenrod]"I'm just saying!"[/color] she replied, glaring at Jean as she dished up her food, trying not to get scrambled egg all over her arm fur. [color=palegoldenrod]"Since you clearly have no issues with speaking your mind, why is it such a problem if I speak mine?"[/color]