"I doubt it would be." Cassiopeia made a mental note to dilly-dally around just enough the next morning that he would be late. "Can I catch a ride with you, then?" She add innocently, as though she hadn't already been planning to do just that. Boring, not at all. She wasn't going for the sport, which he didn't seem to realize. She licked her hand clean of the strawberry juice that trickled down her fingers.<br/><br/>Cassiopeia listened as he asked about her reputation, and then about her ambition. "Of course I earned it. I do it partly for the fun, partly to rebel against my mother and her husband." She allowed her disdain for the man shine, now that they were alone. "I go out to clubs, house parties, hold my own, and act wasted. Sometimes I indulge and drink a little too much. Oh, and I even get into or start fights on occasion." She smirks at the perfect little prince. "It all started because of my sixteenth birthday. I was used to getting what I wanted, but my mother didn't want to give me the party I wanted."<br/><br/>"I have no idea what I would do. I had all of these ideas, and then I became Princess Party. I have been fighting against my mother for so long now, I'm not sure I would know what to do. Probably competitions to raise money and awareness for various charities of my personal choosing. Teach young girls just how powerful and smart they are, that they can do anything they want to." She shrugged and ate some meat and cheese.