[ Mmm, a headpat. She smiles like a happy little kitty, even if it's doing nothing to help with the bird nest that's her hair. Luckily for him, he's allowed to keep getting away with it. ]

We all have to suffer a little sometimes~

[ He's gifted with one of her typical squeaks of surprise when he does lift her--oof, she'll never get used to that, even when she requests it--but she gets comfortable quickly enough. It's nice, really, being this high. She feels so tall! If he were his full height, by God, she could rule the world from up here.

...Wait. Excuse you, Moundwave! No, sir! ]

Hey! You saw my bathroom! It's nowhere near as big as the other one! [ Now she gets to do the poking, one finger prodding at his faceplate. ] You are not actually breaking my bathtub! I! Like! Having! A nice room!

[ Note the pokes and prods to emphasize each word. Payback! ]

You... [ Prod, prod, prod. ] ...are better off going to the bath house. And... [ A huff. ] I know I said to take me to my room, but I guess I can join you. I can go to the salon nearby while I'm at it, so they can do my hair for me.

[ She's a princess, all right. The resort's been encouraging it. ]