The Prince woke up. Oh, such a wonderful waking on this wonderful day! Well sure, the sun wasn't shining, but it might as well have been for how happy The Prince was. He threw back the covers and jumped out of the bed, only to be abruptly pulled back by his scarf, which had at some point during the night tangled itself around the bedpost. He worked to free himself, which proved to be a great task, before frolicking out the door. In his exuberance he didn't even think to see if Auron was still in bed or not. Besides, there wasn't the time! The Prince had to get up and go right away! There was far too much too do. Sure, The Prince had no clue what he had to do that day, but he knew it was terribly important.

He ran down the stairs, making a beeline for the restaurant. That was the important thing he had to do! The Prince had to eat! It all made sense now. He first spotted Asuka, and started to run over to where she was sitting, before he noticed Jenet. He stopped, remembering the night before. While Jenet did not look angry over the incident at that moment, The Prince knew that he had ended the evening on a bad note, if Jenet's shoe was any indication. The Prince eyed her shoes from where he stood. Well, he certainly didn't want another one of those things flying at him.

He backtracked to the front of the restaurant as quickly as he possibly could. In an act of desperation he dived behind a faux plant to hide. The thought hadn't occurred to him to leave the area or go back to his room... well, the hiding was probably about the best his panic-stricken mind could come up with at that moment.