Isn't that one of the princesses? On a scale of one to ten, how much trouble will he get in for just pretending like he didn't hear her and walking away? Shit.

Still holding his half-finished meal, Daryl tries not to groan, and looks over the pictures scattered over the table. They're of people he mostly doesn't know, maybe vaguely recognizes, doing things he mostly doesn't care about.

And when he looks into the girl's smiling face, he knows he can't say none of that.

"On... what?" Maybe if she thinks he's stupid, she'll leave him alone.