#@pim

Ethan was off in the corner - surveying the room like he was ordered to do - but mostly fidgeting with the sleeves of the suit he was forced to wear for the night's event. The commoner was just never comfortable in clothes that weren't sweatpants or a pair of jeans. And he hoped for his ability to ever step foot back in Camden again - he never adjusted to it. In the midst of his third attempt to roll the sleeves up he saw Pim out of the corner of his eye. He had to walk over to the princess. "Please tell me you don't have some kind of prank up your sleeve for tonight." He quietly said as he approached her. "As funny as they are, I don't know if I can keep pretending I don't see them going on and keep my job."