"A dark-haired prince who looks like he's a villain and is called a mischief maker by the people." Rinoa said it all out loud to try it on for size, though made it rather apparent that she was having an extremely difficult time taking any of it seriously. Although she didn't want to be rude, so to keep her smile from becoming overpowering, she nipped into her lower lip. At least until she could guarantee she'd speak without laughing.

"Oh, I can tell you're going to be fun to live with," she did manage to get out, still grinning. "We're gonna have to figure out what we do about food, though. I don't cook, you know? Not that I can't, but that I probably shouldn't. I do, however, make an excellent hot cocoa. So if you like chocolate, I'm your girl."