Eric pardoned the princess quickly. She was simply with her own thoughts, and she didn't seem to have control over the giggling. Samsul simply looked at her with a black face. He wasn't questioning what she was doing or anything, but simply watching her as she stopped and asked for stew. Eric quickly nodded at her with a smile and glanced at the kitchen. "I have been working on a stew today, and thank you for the good word. I'll be sure to bring the stew out quickly." He then turned to Samsul and nodded. "I'm assuming that you would have the same?" Samsul nodded at him and watched as the man left the dinging hall and went through the doors that led to the kitchen.

The Lost Elf then turned to Anastasia and gave her a curious look, now wondering about what she was thinking. "If I may, Anastasia. What were you thinking about that caused you to giggle? It was rather unexpected, and I assume that something that you found funny came across your mind."