<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Eat your lunch, Princess," Cameron urged -- then chuckled at himself.  "My Queen.  I fear a mere day is not enough to change the habits of decades."  He nudged her plate.  "Do not think for a moment that I will hesitate to feed you the entire plate, one fork at a time."  Someone at the table snorted softly in amusement, and Cameron's eyes danced.  "See, I am already good for morale -- when last was there amusement at this table?"  He held out a second bite to Gwen. <br/>
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He listened to the briefing with interest, asking intelligent questions of Gwen's advisors.  She seemed to be fairly well positioned, all things considered -- the men who had served her father seemed to respect her as well.  It might not be a bad idea to transition some of them to younger men... but for now, he approved not only of the advice she was being given, but of the men giving it.</span></span>