The young princess grinned at the praise, happy to have such warm acceptance from someone important to her. It was easy to not care about the opinions of strangers or those who she designated as 'evil' but Llewellyn was someone she held in high esteem and she valued his opinion. His compliment sent a bubbling warmth through her little frame that inspired a giddy hop to her step as they walked down the street.

At his question she nodded her head, having learned about ice cream from the maids at the castle. Of course ice cream in the castle tasted like sweet milk and didn't have the flavors that existed elsewhere. She was going to be very surprised.

Holding the detective's hand meant that she couldn't write but she looked up at him curiously, wondering if he was going to tell her where they were going. She hadn't know that any of the places here had ice cream and she had also assumed that they were going to have ice cream for lunch.