"Fit for a queen, fit for a queen...Hm..." LeBlanc tapped the side of her head, "Oh do forgive me, I'm not usually this indecisive...Ah."
A playful smile came across her face, "Do hold on, dear, and don't look down. You may get vertigo."
Every step they took seemed to send them whipping through the streets. Though they may have been doing a slow walk, time and distance became warped as they seemingly ripped through buildings and people alike until they were inside a restaurant, before a table, with a waiter very surprised.
"Ce sičge va faire, je vous remercie," LeBlanc laughed. She motioned to Elise to have a seat while she commanded the server, "Elle veut un repas digne de la royauté. Veillez ŕ ce qu'elle ne soit pas déçu."
The Deceiver looked over at Elise, smiling while she spoke, "I have to admit, I should have rethought the name, but I couldn't help it. It was too adorable. Welcome to, 'Le Chat Bleu', dear."
((This seat will do, thank you.))
((She wants a meal fit for royalty. Make sure she is not disappointed.))