Introduction

[youngandhealthy]

A girl of about seventeen crawled out of the bushes. She was wearing a somewhat coarse and dirty shift, and was, herself, a bit disheveled, but for all that was quite handsome indeed. Once out of the bush, she looked around, and found herself not at all where she was expecting to be. So, after a short moment of surprise, she shrugged to herself

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[border_princess]

And Helen also decides to wander by at a convient time. She notices Molly, but doesn't think twice. After all, people here dress pretty oddly. Look, Molly. The pretty boy is ignoring you.

Typist: Molly is getting no love. Wait... Molly is getting plenty of love but two people commenting does not an introduction make. Therefore I am throwing out someone that Molly cannot bed. (But she can try.)

[border_princess]

Helen escorts her to the kitchen, but she holds Molly's hand istead of giving her an arm. After seating her at the table she went over to the plothole. "What would you like to eat?"

[youngandhealthy]

"Oh, whatever you think would be fitting, my lord. I trust you." She leaned on the table, just-a-little provocatively.

[border_princess]

"Are you certain? I don't think you would like the foods I am used to." An awkward moment. "And you can call me Vasil. I don't mind."

[youngandhealthy]

"Oh...Vasil." Blush. "I am quite sure I would like anything you were kind enough to get for me."

[border_princess]

"Not even something special to drink? This cabinet can produce anything that you want." Helen was asking as a precautionary measure. She liked drinking vodka in large amounts, straight from the bottle. While this was normal at home she was starting to notice that some people thought it was odd.

[youngandhealthy]

"Oh." Molly was very unused to anything fancy to eat or drink, much less offered by royalty. She tried to think of something properly extravagant. "Champagne is nice, if there is any."

[border_princess]

Helen smiled and gestured a little dramatically at the empty cabinet. After a moment of searching she produced a bottle of champagne and two glasses. For actually eating she picked spagetti, one of those wonderful new dishes that she had learned about.

[youngandhealthy]

Molly's eyes grew wide, part feigned and part not. "What an interesting dish." And of course she'd never had champagne before in her life, but didn't intend to let on such a thing.

[border_princess]

"It's called spagetti." Helen wasn't eating. Instead she poured herself a glass of champagne and tried to think of small talk.

[youngandhealthy]

It took Molly an attempt or two, but she eventually developed an effective spaghetti-consuming method. "It tastes quite good my- Vasil." She smiled. "Thank you." A sip of champagne and a wider smile.

[border_princess]

"You're welcome." Pause. "Where do you come from?"

[youngandhealthy]

"England," she she had gathered by Vasil's name and accent that he didn't. "And you really don't know where we are now? Where did you come from?"

[border_princess]

"I'm afraid that I still don't know where we are. But I came from the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth." It's a good thing that Molly does't know that it has ceased to exist by her time.

[youngandhealthy]

Molly's knowledge of geography in general is, at best, shaky. "Is that on the continent, then? Is that what you're the prince of, your m-Vasil." Blush. "Forgive me."

[border_princess]

"Yes. It's near Russia?" She was trying to be helpful. "But I am only the prince of a little area."