Donn couldn't help but stare as the rude human girl suddenly turned repentant and guilty. Well, this was... weird. He could deal with rudeness, and he could deal with regret. Just not when they both surfaced in the same person.

"Well." He cleared his throat. "Um. Don't worry yourself, alright?" Even if it WAS all her fault for being so insufferably arrogant to the Goblin King himself... "Just... let's get inside the house. It's almost dinnertime, and Nobbles always makes meals to die for."

He cast an affectionate grin at the goblin woman, who giggled and tried to blush. "Oh, Donn, your sweet-talk will be the death of me," she reproached him fondly as she ushered them into a large (for goblins), rather cramped (for humans) room. A long table was set up, and earthenware bowls and spoons set out upon its surface.

"Everyone grab a seat, now, while Dorko brings out the grub!" Nobbles ordered the Prince, human girl, and goblin children. With a shout of delight, the children descended upon the table; before he could even move, all the spaces were occupied except for the head of the table (reserved for the mother), the chair immediately to its right (for the father), and two chairs on either side. That meant that Donn and the girl would have to sit across from each other.

Donn sank into his seat half-resignedly, half-apprehensively. The girl had already displayed one rather major mood-swing. What if she was one of those people who went through multiple moods at once, acting as if all of them were normal? How would he put up with her then?