<br/>Eric burst into the chamber where Ariel had been touching up the decorations. He whistled wolfishly as his eyes raked up and down Ariel' green-gowned body and that red hair he always loved. "You really are quite a catch!" he grinned, slapping her shapey rump. Then he tugged at the collar of his own tunic; he wore simply clothes yet. "Hmm, better get changed. Good thing we're hosting so we needn't travel!"<br/><br/>It turned out Ariel had guessed right about her prince; he'd been out helping a farm girl carry home her unsold produce from the afternoon''s open market. For better or for worse the girl's perfume (cheaper, 'commoner' fare compared to the standards of princesses) still clung about Eric's collar, as did a bit of lipstick (a 'thanks' fro his help, apparently). The prince didn't seem to've noticed though, and simply grinned at his bride. "Seems you're about finished up....you might as well come help me change," he winked.