There’s hardly a need to work on table etiquette. She knows it all, even if she chooses not to employ it. She’d rather hold her spoon by the wrong end and pretend it’s a sword. Then, suddenly, she changes and she’s all manners, asking for a tea party. I tried to oblige her, but I have little to work with. No proper plates. Instead of a cloth napkin I’ve only the bar rag. Ale mugs, instead of teacups. I’ve asked for things befitting her, but they have their minds on other things. For now, Emily and I decided to make pretend dinner setting using paper, and little things she’s found here and there – on the floor I suppose. Not right for a princess, but it’ll have to do.