Flames Pond and the Princess: The Return of Fuzzy Guy

A Talk about the Princess

Flames's POV
I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock beeping. I look at the time.

7:10 A.M.

"Another new day." I say turning it off.

I slipped on a plaid shirt, a pair of jeans, and then my Onitsuka Tigers. Then, I went out to a large room where I saw Miss. Thompson sitting at a table.

When she saw me, she smiled.

"Ah, Mr. Pond, I was expecting you."

I take a seat across from her.
"Sorry for the wait. Um... how are you, Miss. Thompson?"

"I am well, thank you. But I haven't came here to chat. I came here to discuss things about the Princess. Where is she anyway?"

I shrug. "Still asleep I presume."

"Good. She needs the rest. Well, how is she taking all of this? Is she afraid?"

"I'm not sure. She seems to be calm on the outside. But she's probably afraid and confused on the inside."

"OK. And are you going to teach her some basic fighting tips?"

I nod. "Of course! I told her we would spruce her abilities up a bit last night. As well as her wardrobe."

Miss. Thompson seemed to be writing all of this down. "Alright. Very good! Well, that's all for now. Good day, Mr. Pond. And thank you for your time."

After that, Miss. Thompson got up and then she left.