Peter was walking home from school, admiring the vast amounts of croissant vines and snickering when he heard someone yell. He had been crossing the street calmly, when he turned around after hearing some one yell, "Stahp!" He thought it could be directed at him, or maybe someone being mugged, but instead he saw an African girl standing on a mailbox with a paper plate in hand. And on the plate, was a croissant. She began to open her mouth, her accent one he picked up, but couldn't quite identify from the brief word he heard her yell. He interrupted her by screaming, "I could have dropped my croissant." He immediately put his hood up and ran.

Shuri felt like a princess that day (more so than usual). He prince charming had finished her sentence and disappeared before she could learn the mighty viner's name. But she wouldn't stop there.

She wandered back to T'Challa that night with a smile on her face the king hadn't seen on her since she found a twelve hour vine compilation on YouTube and watched the entire thing. This made the older of the two siblings worried, since this ment bad news for him.

"I have found my prince today," she said to him as she entered the teo story house they had bought in a small part of New York. T'Challa raised a questioning eye brow at his sister.

Their mother was constantly trying to get Shuri to meet some suitors for the her. Sure, it wasn't as demanding as in other countries, but people tendrd to respect the younger siblings of rulers more with a woman or man by their side. Shuri constantly said no, and many times complained about their mother's constant lectures. This is why he was tempted to have the young genuis restrained. He decided against it as he continued chopping a green pepper.

"Is that so?"
"Ah yes brother."
"What is his name?"
A silence. He look up to see his sister smiling.
"Well?" He asked.
"I don't know."
He sighed. This, believe it or not, was not the first time this had happened. "Looks?"
"No clue."
"Race?"
"Human." He rolled his eyes at this comment.
"Voice?"
"Like an angel," she replied.
"At least tell me what he said that made you fall for him," the brother alsed before adding the finished pepers to the almost complete salad.
"'I could have dropped my croissant.'"
"At this point, I don't even care," he replied, before adding the froed termites to the salad. "Eat."