With his mission to find a suitable bribe successful, Porsche stopped at the appropriate door. The box in hand held a selection of cream filled flaky pastries, each sprinkled with sugar. The shop lady assured him it would tempt even those with a complete lack of sweet tooth. He only hoped he hadn't over done it.

He knocked on the door then, considering that he'd been invited, pushed it open. Not certain what he expected even after the picture that had been sent to him, Porsche stopped just steps inside the room. The image hadn't done Kinn justice.

The grin that took over was unreal and he was digging his device out of his pocket without giving it any real thought. He needed his own picture of this. "The crown is what makes it perfect," he managed before he lost the battle to keep from laughing.