two for the show

Ernest: though I'd rather take you out somewhere fun ;)

Edith: Perfect, hopefully it isn't too busy.

Edith: I'm honestly fine with coffee and a quiet atmosphere, but thank you for the offer of somewhere fun.

Ernest: I think you'll find it suitable at this time of day

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Although Astoria suffered little to no homesickness, she has to admit that she has been adjusting pretty well in the last twenty-four hours. She loved that her room has a balcony that overlooked the garden and then the city over the walls of the palace and that the walk-in closet––though not as spacious as the one back home––is adequate enough to store all her belongings and Athens is a gorgeous city. However, Astoria has trouble adjusting to how the food tastes. She has always been picky about food, and anyone who knows her would know that she has the taste buds of a food critic. Walking into her brother’s room with a pout, she plopped herself on the sofa.

“Hi,” she said. This was the first time they met here in Greece after she arrived, but instead of giving her brother a hug, she pouted and grumbled on his couch. “I’m hungry,” the girl declared. “Did you know they serve sandwiches here with kokoretsi?” She asked, pronouncing the greek word a bit slower to ensure the right pronunciation. “That’s lamb intestines. They tried to feed me lamb intestines!” Astoria pretended a little shudder.

Ernest was standing before his full length mirror, hands mussing his own hair as he applied gel in just the right ways to make his hair look perfect. His peace was no sooner broken by the pouting sound of his little sister barging into his room. “Astoria, I’m glad to see you here.” He hadn’t been informed of her arrival, something that irritated the elder sibling.

Of course, he’d expected nothing less than for her to complain about something upon her arrival. “Lamb intestines? You know there are plenty of other things to eat here.” He stepped back from the mirror, taking in his appearance before offering his little sister a smile. “Do you want to take to the town for lunch?”

Edith: Or even a good coffee place?

Ernest: There's one not too far into town

- ̗̀ (he/him) is that ZAC EFRON coming off the private jet? oh no that’s ERNEST ALEXY WOLFF  the THIRTY year old CROWN PRINCE of GERMANY. people often say they remind them of PLUSH ROBES, THE FINEST STEAK, FRESHLY IRONED SUITS. they are arranged to marry EDITH BRUCE ( yeah yeah its rae ;-; )