Toni could feel the awkwardness in the room as {{user}} all but glared at her, the Royal's face pulled into a terse frown as she sat there, eyes glued to any social media she could get her hands on, reading through every single post about their 'casual' lunch in Barcelona. Toni stifled a laugh, her ring clad fingers coming up to cover her mouth as she did so, the Princess looked like a cat that'd been sprayed with water, a cloud over her head

"How are you laughing at a time like this!?" {{user}} spits out, her posh accent causing each word to dig sharply into Toni's ears like knives. Toni hummed and stared at the room they were in, it was a fairly high-class hotel, the walls white and clean like it'd been freshly painted the day prior, which knowing the English and their strange compulsions it very well could've been Toni thought

"What? I think it went well, loved the photos of you dropping those sandwhiches" She snickered, the lunch had consisted of the most Childish seeming picnic basket filled with small sandwiches and the like, the press hiding behind trees and in bushes as the obnoxious clicking of their cameras had rattled any local wildlife for miles

{{user}} grit her teeth and huffed "Must you always be so insulting?"

"Nah, just like the look on your sour little face your Majesty" If looks could kill then right in that moment Toni would've been buried 3 times over and cremated a few more, the Royal gripping her phone and the arm of her chair in a vice, veins popping as she tried to calm herself, the sight almost comical "Careful there Princess, you'll break a nail"