For everyone who ever told me "I like Phaedra, but I don't know much about her... or how she thinks."
Let's find out together, shall we? :)
Cal opens the door and bows, as Pavel looks sheepish behind him.
Cal: Presenting: Master Pavel Leon Morena of the Salabay Archipelago... to Her Highness, Princess Phaedra Augusta Philemon of the Saberf—
Cal looks up, curious. Pavel does too.
They look into Phaedra's cabin, where she sits on a stack of pillows on the floor in front of her desk. Katja lies behind her, looking pleased amongst the fluff. The princess has changed from her dress into a casual hoodie with swirled patterns on the waist and cuffs, and comfortable black lounge pants. She holds a teacup, looking awkwardly pleasant. Around her on the floor are a multitude of stuffed animals of all shapes and colors, and before her is a freshened-up plate of scones. She's poured a cup of tea for Pavel as well. She looks up, forcing a grin.
Cal smiles widely as Pavel looks on, confused.
Cal: ...Like I said. Very, VERY informal.
Cal begins to close the door, waving behind it. Pavel looks back, worried.
Cal: I will take my leave, your Highness. Please call if you need.