She doesn't hide her relief, or her joy that it will just be the two of them.

He mentions the kettle and Dejah blinks, her mind racing. They still use plugs here, don't they? "Yes! I believe the television works on electricity. We should be able to plug it in there."

That means excavating the television, unfortunately. It's behind a tripod that holds a large sketchpad, and the little work bench beside it with her paints and brushes. It takes her a moment to shift it all to one side and find where the wall outlet is. "Here it is!"

She returns to him, still grinning to beat the band, her cheeks flushed. "I am so sorry it's a mess in here. If I'd have known you were coming, I would have made an effort to tidy up."

When royalty is left to their own devices without a staff to clean up after them, they tend to be a bit of a slob.