[Video]

[blondandperfect]

[Sorry, Jack, Hattie's back. She's covered in mud again, and she looks pissed.]

WHAT is going on??

Is there another trick happening at the port!? Whoever started this better fix it right now! 

All of my things are in that house and she won't let me in!

[She then proceeds to whine.]

I want a bath! And my dresses! And my make-up! And my mirror! And my shoes! I can't live like this, I'm a PRINCEEEEEEEESS!

[*sob*]

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[Video]

[gavesugar]

[Ohboy. Ella's going to break something giggling...or facepalming. Maybe both at the same time.]

Ye may bathe at my abode, Hattie.

[video]

[blondandperfect]

[Hattie crosses her arms and pouts.]

I don't want to bathe at your place, I want to in mine.. I have a custom made jacuzzi in there!

[Then a hopeful look.]

Do you have one?

[video]

[gavesugar]

[Sheila winces sympathetically - what the heck is up with Ella denying she knows Hattie? - but she still knows Hattie's reaping what she sewed.]

Nay, 'tis little more than a simple tub, I fear. But it may be the sole option if Ella does not relent.

[video]

[blondandperfect]

[Hattie frowns. That hardly sounds appealing.]

I.. Suppose you're right, but.. Well.. I'll consider my other options first.

[Her expression lights up.]

Maybe a Prince will rescue me! Like before! No offense to you, of course, but I do enjoy my princes.

[video]

[gavesugar]

[She nods.]

'Tis the best thing ye can do. Mayhaps find shelter in an inn for the eve?

[Oh Hattie.]

La, mayhaps a prince shall arrive to give thee aid.

[video]

[blondandperfect]

[Yes, feeeeed her delusions of grandeur!!!]

Ohh! That'd be so wonderful!

[She squeals, but then she frowns.]

You don't know what's going on with Ella then, Sheila? She didn't mention anything unusual to you or anything?

[video]

[gavesugar]

[She wouldn't dreeeeam of it. There's a cringe, a shake of her head.]

Nay, 'tis the strangest thing. Tho we are the closest of acquaintances, I know naught of her behavior.