[That is indeed a casual invitation to lunch with royalty. This is weird, and it feels so, enough to leave her uncertain in her own skin in ways she has not been for years. Thoughts can't convey the way the shortest hairs around her face start to stand on end a bit, or the drumming of her fingers upon the tabletop while she works on thinking of it as a navigable social possibility.
...It's a lot easier to take as an order.]
That should work. [The lunch, or the pretending at orders, or both.] What's my destination?
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...It's a lot easier to take as an order.]
That should work. [The lunch, or the pretending at orders, or both.] What's my destination?