Motto looked up to see the duo and promptly back pedaled down the stairs.  Out of his element and slightly intimidated, he stood a few paces back from the foot of the stairs and looked on as his bride-to-be descended.    She moved with grace he decided.  And her hair was absolutely rockin’.  Motto inhaled the scent of it as she passed him by and wondered at his predicament.    Was this<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">actually happening</span></span>and yikes he wasn’t in her league at all.  Then again, so what?<br/><br/>A pair of sharp eyes met with his and Motto snapped out of it.  Whoever the red-headed woman was, she was intense and<span style="font-style: italic"> dammit she looked away just before he offered a proper smile. </span>Motto turned his attention back to the Princess just as she plucked up a strawberry.  Her relaxed manner was a welcome sight and the Elemental seated himself at the table’s opposite end to face her.  Motto ignored the television completely and helped himself to the entire wedge of brie; eating it in three bites and nodding with an appreciative grunt.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">“So..”</span>He was still chewing but Motto had swallowed enough for his words to be intelligible,<span style="color: #00FF40">“What did you want to talk about ?”</span>A handful of whole strawberries went into his mouth next.  He was almost always hungry as a result of his physical and magical traits.  Motto’s chewing slowed and his eyes flashed with uncertainty.<span style="color: #00FF40">“You <span style="font-style: italic">did</span> want to talk, ..right?” </span>