"Mmm, this is lovely," the princess says, sipping from her goblet, "jasmine green tea, with pomegranate juice, very, very nice."

"I suppose you deserve it," the royal scholar replies, carefully holding an ice pack around her injured hand, "that was quite a punch, one blow knocked him down, I'm impressed as always."

"I won't have pompous, condescending ministers insulting my betrothed when he's every bit qualified to be the royal university's chancellor, and at least I decked him in private," she tells him airily, and the scholar tries to hide his blush behind his own goblet of punch.


I almost thought the prompt said richly deserved plums and then finding reasons to drink nice fruit beverages wouldn't go away.