Jasmine listened to the telling off and her mouth dropped open.<i>Is this guy for real? What the fuck? </i>Even people detained at Her<span style="font-size: 80%;vertical-align:super">1​</span>Majesty's Pleasure get to stay up later than that. She had assumed that the woman was pulling her leg, but unless this was an elaborate prank with the collusion of the dean, Tracy had been serious.<br/><br/>She served up the food and sat opposite Tracy, chewing thoughtfully. She allowed the silence to draw out, noting that Ms Millbanks was looking anywhere other than at her. When she decided the lack of conversation had grown awkward enough, she coughed softly. "Ahem. Sooooooo.....! Care to explain?" she paused just long enough to allow Tracy to start speaking and interrupted deliberately, "I mean, does he think we're eight year olds, or what? I've been under a midnight curfew since I was sixteen, and ten pm since I was twelve. If your dad expects me to stay in my room every night from six until six the following morning he better have a damned good reason!"<br/><br/>She glared at Tracy, they shrugged and smiled. "Princess Em is really beautiful, don't you think? She was asking my opinion on a couple of outfits, apparently she's got to go to some fancy do." A pause. "I think she asked me to go with her, like on a date. I mean Of course I said yes. Wouldn't do to turn down a genuine princess." Another pause. "And if she wants to take it further who am I to refuse? Let's face it she has a really beautiful pair of boobies, and she seemed to enjoy me looking at them..."<br/><br/>Innocent smilein place, she took the empty plates back to thekitchen and washed them up. "So, what did you think of dinner? Not quite up to Thai take-away standard, but good solid student-budget food." She grinned. "No, I can't cook. That was not cooking, that was throwing several cans into a pot and heating it all up...!"<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>1. The story is set before Charles III took the throne