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Ignore Amelia's sadness and continue talking. You're far too happy!

2019-10-26T00:48:38Z

Meepy3:

“Right? It’s almost as if it’s everything a royal castle is supposed to be and then a bazillion times more! And do you think the gold on the waiter’s uniform is real? Looking at them is making me feel plain....”

You’re sure it’s nothing too serious and, besides, if it was, Amelia would definitely tell you about it. Instead, you continue to chatter endlessly about anything and everything you can think of. Anything to ignore the increasingly dejected replies from Amelia.

Eventually, the servers file out forming a long, winding line in the front of the hall. Each, impeccably dressed, hold a notebook and a few extra menus in one hand. Then, as if following an invisible signal, disperse into the many tables filling the hall. An friendly-looking brunette stops at your table, smiling politely before offering you a small wave.

“Evening girls, my name is Emma and I will be your server for tonight. Call on me if you need anything at all and I will try my best to make this night as enjoyable as possible,” she starts. You nudge a slumped Amelia in excitement, having to bite your lip to contain a overjoyed ‘eep’. “For now, you orders?” she continues, gathering the menus in her hand. The ...menus? Your smile falters. You realise you’ve forgotten to read a menu.

Do you:
*[[Order the chef’s choice, who wouldn't enjoy a surprise in a plate!There’s no point in bothering anyone with extra drama.]]

*[[You’re way too excited anyway to stomach a full meal, maybe waiting until dessert is a better option.]]

*[[Urge Amelia to go first, resolving to order the same thing she does.]]

*[[Wait, you think you remember some vaguely french-sounding item on your brief glances. French food always tastes good, right?]]

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status (and hopefully schedule)</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Mood
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> A ''little'' worried and becoming a ''little'' hungry
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Equipment:
<p><i>A knee length off the shoulder dress adorned with gold glittery stars, kitten heels and a purse containing Vaseline and a £10 note.</i>
</p>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> ??
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> ?
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> ??
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> ?
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: How to Be a Princess]]

Ignore Amelia's sadness and continue talking. You're far too happy!

2019-10-26T00:47:37Z

Meepy3:

“Right? It’s almost as if it’s everything a royal castle is supposed to be and then a bazillion times more! And do you think the gold on the waiter’s uniform is real? Looking at them is making me feel plain....”

You’re sure it’s nothing too serious and, besides, if it was, Amelia would definitely tell you about it. Instead, you continue to chatter endlessly about anything and everything you can think of. Anything to ignore the increasingly dejected replies from Amelia.

Eventually, the servers file out forming a long, winding line in the front of the hall. Each, impeccably dressed, hold a notebook and a few extra menus in one hand. Then, as if following an invisible signal, disperse into the many tables filling the hall. An friendly-looking brunette stops at your table, smiling politely before offering you a small wave.

“Evening girls, my name is Emma and I will be your server for tonight. Call on me if you need anything at all and I will try my best to make this night as enjoyable as possible,” she starts. You nudge a slumped Amelia in excitement, having to bite your lip to contain a overjoyed ‘eep’. “For now, you orders?” she continues, gathering the menus in her hand. The ...menus? Your smile falters. You realise you’ve forgotten to read a menu.

Do you:
*[[There’s no point in bothering anyone with extra drama. Order the chef’s choice, who wouldn't enjoy a surprise in a plate!]]

*[[You’re way too excited anyway to stomach a full meal, maybe waiting until dessert is a better option.]]

*[[Urge Amelia to go first, resolving to order the same thing she does.]]

*[[Wait, you think you remember some vaguely french-sounding item on your brief glances. French food always tastes good, right?]]

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status (and hopefully schedule)</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Mood
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> A little worried and becoming a''little'' hungry
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Equipment:
<p><i>A knee length off the shoulder dress adorned with gold glittery stars, kitten heels and a purse containing Vaseline and a £10 note.</i>
</p>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> ??
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> ?
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> ??
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> ?
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: How to Be a Princess]]

Ignore Amelia's sadness and continue talking. You're far too happy!

2019-10-26T00:46:36Z

Meepy3: An update of this branch I found in my old notes, literally a complete rewrite

“Right? It’s almost as if it’s everything a royal castle is supposed to be and then a bazillion times more! And do you think the gold on the waiter’s uniform is real? Looking at them is making me feel plain....”

You’re sure it’s nothing too serious and, besides, if it was, Amelia would definitely tell you about it. Instead, you continue to chatter endlessly about anything and everything you can think of. Anything to ignore the increasingly dejected replies from Amelia.

Eventually, the servers file out forming a long, winding line in the front of the hall. Each, impeccably dressed, hold a notebook and a few extra menus in one hand. Then, as if following an invisible signal, disperse into the many tables filling the hall. An friendly-looking brunette stops at your table, smiling politely before offering you a small wave.

“Evening girls, my name is Emma and I will be your server for tonight. Call on me if you need anything at all and I will try my best to make this night as enjoyable as possible,” she starts. You nudge a slumped Amelia in excitement, having to bite your lip to contain a overjoyed ‘eep’. “For now, you orders?” she continues, gathering the menus in her hand. The ...menus? Your smile falters. You realise you’ve forgotten to read a menu.

Do you:
*[[There’s no point in bothering anyone with extra drama. Order the chef’s choice, who wouldn't enjoy a surprise in a plate!]

*[[You’re way too excited anyway to stomach a full meal, maybe waiting until dessert is a better option.]]

*[[Urge Amelia to go first, resolving to order the same thing she does.]]

*[[Wait, you think you remember some vaguely french-sounding item on your brief glances. French food always tastes good, right?]]

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status (and hopefully schedule)</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Mood
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> Excited and a ''little'' hungry
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Equipment:
<p><i>A knee length off the shoulder dress adorned with gold glittery stars, kitten heels and a purse containing Vaseline and a £10 note.</i>
</p>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> ??
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> ?
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> ??
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> ?
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: How to Be a Princess]]

User:Meepy3

2019-10-26T00:42:46Z

Meepy3:

So it's me again, Meepy3, replacing Meepy2, which replaced Meepy... and yes, I still hopefully will be continuing to work on How To Be A Princess after an even longer period of absence. This story is ''2 years old'' and still only has 12 pages.

I'm also not Muslim, contrary to what it says on Meepy2's profile but I am back to writing.

Also maybe check How To Be A Princess out after a while, when it ''doesn't'' still have 12 pages.

User:Meepy3

2019-10-26T00:42:17Z

Meepy3:

User:Meepy2

2019-10-26T00:40:55Z

Meepy3:

Uh, I'm the original Meepy... but I forgot my password so I had to create a new account. Anyway, I am still working on How to Be a Princess after a super long period of inactivity. So maybe check that out after a while.

Now Meepy3.

User:Meepy3

2019-10-26T00:39:37Z

Meepy3: Created page with 'So it's me again, Meepy3, replacing Meepy2, which replaced Meepy... and yes, I still hopefully will be continuing to work on How To Be A Princess after an even longer period of a…'

So it's me again, Meepy3, replacing Meepy2, which replaced Meepy... and yes, I still hopefully will be continuing to work on How To Be A Princess after an even longer period of absence. This story is ''2 years old'' and still only has 12 pages. I'm also not Muslim, contrary to what it says on Meepy2's profile but I am back to writing.