The Prince was very much surprised by her eagerness to attend his rugby practice the next day.  He failed to understand what she found so interesting about the sport.  Orion actually found the sport bloody boring to watch, but since he played, he was always an active participant.  That hands-on activity kept him engaged both physically and mentally.  Reminding himself that she did wish to learn how to toss the ball, the Princess even showed improvement with each throw.  Perhaps interested in the sport was not the proper terminology for her; a curiosity more likely described it.<br/><br/>Orion smiled in between nibbles of meats and cheeses.  “Our practice starts at 10 in the morning,” he answered.  “We’ll probably be leaving at about 9:30.  Our coach doesn’t put up with tardiness, so much so that if one teammate is late, the entire team runs a few laps.  I just hope it won’t be boring for you.”<br/><br/>While they sat in silence for the time being, the Prince considered a question or two to ask her.  Meh, he thought, if she chooses not to answer them, she can always tell me to sod off.  “So, Cassiopeia, I was wondering about your party-girl reputation,” he ventured.  “Do you think you’ve rightly earned it, and is it fair?  Also, what exactly would you do if your mother didn’t keep you on such a short leash?”