The idea of dressing up did catch her attention, who didn’t want to dress up like a princess and feel beautiful? The night she had come here she remembered that she had worn nice black dress, uncomfortable but it looked the part and had complimented her figure. It was nothing super fancy and the way he spoke about going to the I’lvore she could only imagine it was probably the most expensive restaurant in Aspiria so even that black dress would not do. [color=f49ac2][i]I doubt anything I owned would do it justice.[/i][/color] [color=f49ac2]“That honestly sounds amazing, I’d love to go there with you. Just don’t forget we still have to go to Luigis. That pizza has not left my mind since the hospital.”[/color] Smiling slightly as she pushed back the gloomier feelings from before. 

[color=f49ac2][i]I just have to act normal; it would be suspicious if I suddenly recoiled right? This is the right thing to do. I don’t even know anymore. It’s all so confusing.  [/i][/color]

Catching the way, he rolled her eyes at her comment of eating up she couldn’t help but smile, nudging him gently with her elbow as if to say quit it. [color=f49ac2]“I’m only looking out for you. Someone has to whilst you have all this weight on your shoulders.”[/color] Speaking softly as she placed her hand on his shoulder looking over at him, [color=f49ac2]“Can’t have you becoming a stuffy old prince now.”[/color] Winking playfully as she let her hand drop hoping the humour would keep his spirits uplifted. Especially as he did not want to focus on the speech, and she couldn’t blame him. Public speaking sounded hard and he had the whole of the country to address, she could not imagine how he felt over it. 

[color=f49ac2]“I’ll be watching, so you know that you have at least one viewer who values your words.”[/color] Glancing down at her food she began to tuck into the salmon, the smell and appearance of it excited her. Although she had not had salmon before she was certain it would be amazing. Iris believed that the chefs here could turn any of the food into something exquisite and she was not wrong. Taking the first bite of the salmon her tastes buds were in heaven, it smelled just as good as it tasted, and Iris sighed happily as she ate. For a moment she had forgotten her stress, forgotten how confused she was and how her feelings were all over the place because of how wonderful the salmon was. 

[color=f49ac2]“The chefs are so talented.”[/color] Cutting into another piece as she took another bite, the warmth of the food warming her up from how cold she felt moments ago. [color=f49ac2]“I wish I could cook like this! Honestly amazing.”[/color] Grinning to herself as she stopped for a moment making sure she slowed herself down, she didn’t want to be shovelling the food down her throat uncivilised. [color=f49ac2][i]It surely beats anything I could make. I could only imagine his reaction if he ever tasted my food compared to the stuff he has had here.[/i][/color] Trying not to grimace at the thought, but it seemed to spark a memory. This time a pleasant one. 

[i]Laughter filled the kitchen as she heard her own giggles, she sounded young and when she saw the figure next to her smiling down, she knew it was her mother. They were cooking together, making some sort of pasta as her mother had saved to get the ingredients so they could have fresh food for once this week. They were both laughing as they had clearly spilled flour over the counter and themselves but before she could hear her mother speak in the memory it had vanished. Gone just as quickly as it came.[/i] 

Sighing as she looked back at her plate, she shook her head slightly, [color=f49ac2]“Sorry.”[/color] Turning her gaze over to Caspain with an apologetic smile. [color=f49ac2]“I know my mood has been all over the place today. It’s not you, I promise.”[/color] Using the fork to push around a piece of the salmon on her plate as she began to play with it, she faltered, trying to find the right words. [color=f49ac2]“I’m just… you don’t need to hear this now, but I’m just worried. I’m stressed over the fact I can’t prove who I am, and it keeps playing on my mind today. Especially after…”[/color] Biting her lip as she felt the chill run up her spine from the memory of his father earlier that day, her hand trembled slightly with the fork, but she shook her head once more smiling again. [color=f49ac2]“Sorry… I just.”[/color] [color=f49ac2][i]I wish I could be truly honest with you. [/i][/color]