Princess Sakura liked to laze about often, Parry observed. He wasn't one to judge her habits, and as ruler of this land (or heir apparent; he never truly paid attention- Ooooooh! Clothes on sale!!!!!!!) she did a very good job. People had problems here, just like anywhere else, but he often found himself with more time on his hands than he knew what to do with. As Sakura's Guardian Spirit, he was supposed to shadow her almost everywhere she went and keep her safe from things magical and not nice. Unfortunately, the Princess had a tendency to hug him at the most inopportune moments, triggering his transformation into his "disguised" self. And he wasn't a huge fan of that form.
So as the waiter hurries off into the distance, Parry returns from a day at the stores- his arms are completely full of colorful shopping bags, and even the enchanted nappy bag slung over his shoulder, a bottomless pit for his mundane collection of clothes and items, looks fit to burst at the seams.
His clothes are even different from when the Princess saw him only a few hours ago. His fancy button up silk shirt had been replaced by a nice designer tee, and his fashionably ragged jeans have been replaced with whole, un-torn black hip huggers.
Despite being loaded down with the day's catch (also generously provided by the Princess' credit card) he takes the opportunity to sneak up behind the Princess, leans in to her ear over the shoulder, and yells "He's a strange fellow, eh?"