[This child --Pieck is certain it is a child, of sorts, though certainly more spoiled and well-fed than the lot she generally sees-- is ridiculous. Even Pokko at his worst and most surly isn't as ridiculous at this. It'd be easy to let him be, perhaps let experience teach him that such attitudes don't tend to get many results, but then... where would the fun be in that?

Pieck messages laying in an odd tangle of limbs on what seems to be some sort of couch. Her long hair, while not unwashed, has been left to fall down to frame her slightly sallow face in loose tangles, as if her appearance isn't much of a concern to her. Visible, just at the edge of the frame, are a great quantity of greyish-brownish fur that is sharing the divan with Pieck (maybe a pokemon?) and a crutch leaning against the back of the couch.]

It is a little rude, bringing us all here like this. But maybe they just wanted to meet a stunning royal like yourself.