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Navarre nodded in affirmation, recalling the incident of old. His family was invited as well, and despite how little he cared for said uncle, he was also in attendance that particular evening. It was probably one of the only times he'd ever seen, much less heard, of his bastard cousin. The prince shook his head in disdain, commenting in between bites. "Regardless of how sensitive the topic is, a grown man can't just throw a fit like that at the slightest offense. It's unbecoming and utterly embarrassing."

Glancing over at the countess, he munched on his pilfered dessert in silence for a few moments, considering her words some more. "I remember that. Still as foolish now as he was back then. So juvenile and impulsive, yet he is supposed to become the next earl? Heaven help us all." he remarked with a roll of his eyes at the thought. He was secretly glad to have someone to share his complaints. Thankfully, Sera seemed to at least share some of his sentiments regarding a certain idiot. It was preferable to trying to contain such aggravation and show tolerance without an outlet to express his agitation. After all, he did not tolerate fools lightly. He had more than once been accused of being cold-hearted. He didn't think himself mean, he just hated idiots and empty headed courtiers. How was that so bad a thing?

Not, of course, that he was going to share such thoughts with his betrothed. That much he would keep to himself as always.

Realizing he was the only one partaking of food anymore, Navarre felt just a tad self-conscious (though he'd go to his grave before admitting it). The prince inclined his head towards Sera's torte and her sister's still intact piece of pie. "Go on, eat. The least you should be entitled to after being assaulted with sweets is to enjoy your fair share."
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Kezia finally noticed the color in Robin's cheeks, and it did nothing to calm her own nerves. It did, however, add to her confusion. What on earth was up with this man? Was he simply abashed by his behavior? Perhaps that was it, but if he knew how uncouth and improper his behaviors were, why did he do them in the first place? Surely it didn't take her scolding to make him realize his own abasement?

Robin was no less flustered as he began to speak again, stumbling over his own words initially. His hasty explanation was met with silence, and his affirmation that he was being serious caused her own cheeks to flush again, thinking him bold indeed. Bold wasn't neccesarily bad, but she wasn't sure how to take it coming from him.

As her intended continued, Kezia gave a brief nod in acknowledgement, agreeing that it would be wisest to allow her sister a chance to calm down (though he couldn't put it off too long). But soon his train of thought seemed to degrade into only semi-relevent and coherent thought. The younger countess regarded him with a combination of incredulity, bewilderment, and a trace of amusement. His confession earned an arch of her brow, eyes fixed on the man as he continued. He had actually thrown food before? However, it sounded like his last incident was at least attributed to when he was in his youth. Such things could be pardoned and understood, as children often had a few mishaps. But the mere fact that he had essentially retaliated the same as he did when he was a little boy, only made it more absurd. "So...you mean to say you're still just as childish as you were then?" she asked simply after a moment of thought, eyes still following his reactions.


Finally deciding he might as well do something to ease the tension, Gavin cleared his throat as he made his way back towards the two. Besides, they were in the doorway, and he couldn't very well stay here all night.
"My Lord, shall I draw up your bath before I leave you be this evening? And of course, my lady, I or one of the other servants can do so for you and your sister as well should you wish it." he added, thinking of who he'd ask to look after the women. He didn't feel it yet appropriate for him to instruct the few who came with Robin to the castle. He would prefer to have permission and authority given to him from the new earl himself- he did not want to presume. So perhaps Myra would be able to help? Myra did seem to be the most receptive to all the new faces. She even was eager to get to know the ones who followed the new earl.