Finally recovered from her selfless proclamation of empowering young girls, it had been a while since the Prince was blindsided like that.  Well, not counting the night with Mother and her spy photograph of the pair in the garden.  Who knew that someone who admitted to enjoying a party or four, not to mention picked fights, could also end up on the opposite end of the spectrum with her charity work?  And the young girls?  Orion hoped that this did<i>not</i>mean the Princess was grooming them to be just like her.  Even more little Cassiopeias out there?  Truly, Armageddon was upon us if this were so, he thought.<br/><br/>Even from where they sat, the Prince could tell Leo and his men were exhibiting antsy behavior.  Was it already time to head back?  How long had they been out here?  Just about the entire picnic fare had been consumed, and it was clear that Orion and the Princess lost track of time.  With such a beautiful day and the ocean as the perfect backdrop, their conversation had been interesting, if nothing else.<br/><br/>Back to the here and now, Orion eyed the Princess with an improved appreciation.  “Are you quite done, Cassiopeia?  It would appear our escorts are ready for the ride back,” he stated.  Not to be rude, he quickly added, “And I must also commend you on your selections for a tasty picnic lunch.”  Standing before she did, he watched her and waited for any indication as to whether or not she required assistance in getting to her feet.