<div style="text-align: justify;">"Yes, John, that's what normal people do". Ursula's reply came in a half patient, half amused intonation. "Have a seat, and if you can give me just a minute to finish this, I will bring you a meal". For some reason, Ursula felt that the man in front of her had something going on. Maybe some problem, she couldn't put her finger on it. Ursula's imagination started flying as she finished eating. Maybe he had hit his head somewhere? Maybe he had been robbed, or something bad had happened to him. He seemed pretty distressed about being there.<br/><br/>As she finished, Ursula stood up, picking up her bowl. She doubted the man even had coins on him to pay for his meal, but she wouldn't let him starve if he didn't. Waiting for him to sit, Ursula started speaking to him quietly. "We have the stew I was eating, with meat and herbs, and roasted chicken with potatoes. Which one would you prefer?"<br/><br/>Ursula had no idea she was standing next to a prince. She had never seen one except when the other Charming boys had announced they would be marrying their rescued damsels. Talking to one of them was something Ursula wouldn't have imagined in her wildest dreams. And yet, there was one right there. While she waited for the young man's response, she was thinking about regular and random subjects, and about her new acquaintance. There was something about him, but she couldn't quite know what.<br/><br/>"You are not from this area, are you?", the girl finally dared to ask.</div>