The Majesty of Choice

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Gerard simply doesn't understand what it is about this dumbass that is making him think that he's not a shitty person, but whatever it is, it needs to stop. The fact that Frank is bouncy and giggly makes him feel like someone is playing a practical joke on him. No one should be this personable and real when they're royalty. No one can even be possibly this nice when they're royalty. It's infuriating. Gerard hates him. He hates Frank because of the fact that Frank is too nice.

Ten minutes ago Gerard had been chewing him out for having awful political practices but now they're discussing bread making and Gerard doesn't even know why the Prince knows how to make a loaf of bread? He's the Prince, he lives in a castle, surely they have people for that.

"I just don't think that I should be ignorant of how to do things just because I may not have to do them," Frank shrugs, "I mean, yes, it is one thing to have people make it for you, but it's more interesting to know what's behind it. Also it's pretty nifty."

"Bread? Nifty?"

"Well, the way it rises," Frank says.

"Why does it matter?" Gerard asks.

"Well it's just not something that you can fully understand if you've never actually made bread."

"I don't understand you."

"See! Maybe I am more multifaceted than you gave me credit for," Frank replies smiling.

"Well, I'll never know."

"But it's still kind of unfair that you know so much about me, and I know so little about you," Frank says, and Gerard stares at the ground, because somehow it's easier on his stomach not to look directly at Frank. He's seriously not sure what on earth is going on with him, he might be getting sick or something, but all of a sudden, his stomach keeps jumping around and making him feel completely alien to his own body. The weird thing is that it's not exactly unpleasant.

"And how would you like to correct that then?"

"Just tell me something about you, or about someone you know or anything. Balance the inequality," Frank replies.

"You wanna balance the inequality than maybe you should start with giving me some of your unending wealth."

"Uh," Frank says, digging through his pocket, "all I have on me is a funny shaped rock, and a bit of old fabric."

"I'll take the rock," Gerard says, holding his hand out. "Oh my god, like it looks like a horseshoe."

"I know right," Frank says, "it was really special to me, but you can have it. That's all the wealth I have to offer."

"What an awful thing to say," Gerard shakes his head.

"How was that awful? What?"

"You said something really sweet and it pisses me off."

"That completely makes sense," Frank nods, "I mean, if 'sense' means that I don't understand what you just said at all, and now I'm questioning all of existence, than it makes complete sense."

"Well there's your first class on me then, because I never make any sense."

"Okay, do I get anything else?"

"You can have two questions for the cool shaped rock," Gerard says, "Money will earn you more questions."

"You've prostituted yourself out just so I get to know more about you?"

"Precisely," Gerard says. "I need to pay the taxes that you keep raising."

"I have never raised a single tax," Frank says, "I barely know what a tax is. That would all be my Uncle's doing."