Taking the cup of coffee from Lucien, Zelda gave him a slight raise of her eyebrows to indicate she understood, cupping the warm coffee between her hands and looking down into it. Suddenly, the rain seemed cold and sad, and the warmth from the cup was most welcome. Collecting herself, she took a sip of the hot liquid, relishing the slightly bitter taste. Sometimes she felt like Lucien knew what she needed better than she did herself.<br/><br/>Setting the cup down with a smile, she nodded. "Sure. A great way to pass the time, all things considered. Though I must warn you, Link; Lucien<i>always</i>wins."<br/><br/>After all, wasn't that the primary job of a Princess? To act as though all was well even when the world was falling down around you?