"Oh! It's... it's you. Didn't see you there, haha... ha."

Alina winces. This isn't fair! It's not! She brought her gorgeous regalia all the way to Jedad, you know, and somehow that little... rrrgh, the [i]Princess of Jedad[/i] manages to catch her in a clashing shawl/pajamas combo! She was only popping out to gather some fresh leaves for tea, you know! The odds of this happening are basically zero!

But it happened! It's happened twice in a row now! Somehow, Shazari's managed to find her while [i]she's[/i] in her radiant, most absolutely resplendent best while Alina's... not. The unfairness of it all flashes across her face without her meaning for it too, and she stiffens awkwardly. 

Hastily, she smooths out her hair with both hands (sighing when it floofs anyway), tries to rub the sleep from her eyes, checks the corners of her mouth for stray bits of pancake, then draws herself dramatically to her full height. Which is about up to Shazari's shoulders. Her face flushes deeply, but she doesn't look away. Deep breaths, in and out, in and out. She pulls every bit of regal bearing she's ever had inside of her, or at least that she can manage in pajamas, and clears her throat with a dainty 'ahem'. 

She doesn't move an inch, but she does smile so politely that both of her mothers probably feel a tingle of pride shoot up their spines at the same time. She follows it up with a perfectly delicate curtsy. From right where she's standing.

"You're right, there's much we should discuss. I was just about to make some fresh tea; would you care to join me? With lemon cakes, naturally."