So um, I learned that next week, I shall be
dining with royalty. Apparently after this one girl made it big and became a princess, she decided to open a
restaurant establishment in Orlando.
Dining with royalty requires very delicate sensibilities and most importantly, manners. As such, Ken has established to me that the following topics are off limits and not to be mentioned in polite conversation in front of the princesses we meet.
So, I assume you'll be starting a royal children's initiative to help the starving orphans of Agrabah?
What was it like to, like, wake up from a coma to find this guy kissing you?
If you can talk to animals, why do you use that power to exploit them through manual labor?
I can speak Chinese, too! Let's speak Chinese!
You know, in our time, women are allow to vote.
I told my doctor that I can paint with all the colors of the wind, too, and he said that I'm schi-schizophrenic.
So, how did people treat you after 9/11?
Was it bigger when he was a Beast?
How come you felt like you needed a man to empower you?
A Gown? A freaking Gown?!?! Why didn't you ask your Fairy Godmother to help you cure AIDS?
Were you disappointed when he turned out to be kind of ugly in human form?
Do you ever feel bad about marrying him for his money?
Do you ever feel guilty about what happened to Gaston?
Are literacy rates in France really so low that you are the only literate person in your village?
Do you regret not marrying Kokoum?
Ah, well, according to the paparazzi, the
princess thing isn't all it's glammed up to be, anyway.