"Grace, what are you doing?! You know how annoying it is when you just barge into my tent without me being here! Especially since you're a pervert!!!" Marie asks with her arms crossed while I look at the clothes of hers I'm picking out.
Marie's expression is clearly irritated, her brow furrowed. She's probably mostly annoyed that I'm messing with her clothes, but this time I'm not here for her panties.
"I'm picking out your clothes so we can celebrate! The ships are already in the ports, and the last shipment just arrived!! So that means we're finally done with the work here! So I thought it'd be nice to celebrate, right?" I tell her the truth. Marie seemed really sad about losing the throne.
"Yeah… I guess." She doesn't even try to keep the argument going, showing just how down she still is about not becoming queen. She speaks without any enthusiasm to try anything. I give her a little kiss on the forehead.
