Upon arrival at home, Bernard performed his duty (an unnecessary one, Orion always believed) of opening their car doors.  Well, just Cassiopeia’s actually.  The Prince was quite willing and extremely able to open a measly door and let himself out.  He noticed, however, how the Princess stopped to have words with his valet.  Though this time, in a more hushed tone and volume of voice.  While she took care of making amends, probably, he left them alone to head inside for that much needed hot shower.  One last, quick glance at her, and he thought it a pity she wouldn’t be joining him.<br/><br/>Their brief encounter put to rest, Cassiopeia also had designs on being indoors.  Lunch wasn’t too far away, though what exactly was on the menu remained a mystery to the both of them.  Mother and Father had yet to make an appearance.<br/><br/>Hot water and fragrant suds conspired to rid him of his stink from practice.  Although upon further reflection, he couldn’t have smelled too bad, recalling how the Princess rested her head on his shoulder during their drive home.  In any event, stinky boy was a thing of the past, as Orion continued to enjoy the steamy, cleansing ritual.