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He grinned. "I rode before I could walk, growing up." then, added teasingly, "I think I can manage myself."

Lamont then frowned, as if in thought. "You can change in my mothers' room, if you'd like. She is... away, on a diplomatic mission. She won't mind." Hmpf. Both an understatement and an over-statement in one sentence. No, she wouldn't care, much as she had never cared about him. And yes, she was away indefinitely. A diplomatic mission, yes, but... One carried out on her back, most likely. He shook his head. No, that was being uncharitable. His mother was quite a talented diplomat in her own right.

OOC: Does this work? Anyways, do you want to do a time skip to them coming into dinner, all flustered and sweaty, and the kings jump to conclusions? Or do you want to play out the ride, and have, oh, a horse spook and throw its' rider? Just a thought.