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.

Cal: ...Oh?

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.

Phaedra: ...Hello.

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.