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Jocelyn snickered slipping down her bandanna, just so her lips could be seen curling into a cheeky and mischievous smirk.  Charles, always the one to make jests.  [color=gray]"Tread lightly O Fair King.  We wouldn't want you to stumble and lose your crown."[/color]  But even so Jocelyn could return the jests with equal charm.

Awaiting the replies of the others, she happened to notice Lance approaching them.  The boy, always to Jocelyn so...uncouth.  Not that she despised him, no.  She just found his table manners...questionable.  Her smirk slowly receded into a displeased glower to the boy as he spoke with wobbling jowls packed full of food, not the most pleasant of views for the woman.  [color=gray]"Ah...a pleasure to see you as well dear Lance.  Do be so kindest next time to swallow whatever is in your mouth before speaking."[/color]  Just a courtesy to remind him, but then again her tone was a slender crass.  Once he downed the food with a gulp of apple juice, she gave an affirming nod.  To be around such...children, not that she minded it, but it did have its annoyances at some points.