"Impa?" said King Harkinian. "Yes, highness?" "I'll be asking you to keep an eye on Summer for me this evening. As you know, I'm taking Zelda with me to a dinner at The Fancy Place Restaurant." "The Fancy Place?" Impa asked. "I don't think Zelda will like that." "What in Altea is that supposed to mean?" King Jaraad asked. "She likes going places where it's okay to dress casually." "Nonsense," Marth responded. "She's a princess." "Oh? Well, don't say I didn't warn ya. Turn around, highnesses." The royal people did turn around, and what they saw made them almost faint from shock. Zelda walked up to them, but not at ALL wearing her normal apparel. Firstly, her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, and she was wearing a Yankees cap backwards. She went over and stood next to Marth, who noticed her shirt read "I'm with Stupid." Zelda also had on black gloves that she had cut off at her knuckles. Her pants were blue with flares, and she wore a pair of adidas sneakers on her feet. "Hi, dad!" she greeted. She punched him on the shoulder. "Whazzup?!?!" "Zelda!" King Harkinian barked, enraged. "Go on back to your room and DRESS PROPERLY!!" "What, don't you dig this outfit?" Zelda asked, pretending to be perplexed.

"NO! GO BACK NOW!!" "Geez, fine. Calm down, bub." "DAD!" "Fine, DAD." Zelda turned around and stalked back to her room. "I'm sorry, usually she's nothing like this," her father apologized. "It's all right," said King Jaraad. "We all have our.strange days." Impa and Summer sniggered. Fifteen minutes later, Zelda came waltzing back down the stairway. King Harkinian smiled with relief. She now wore a sleeve-less ankle length lavender gown (and amythest earrings to match). Her hair was pulled back in a fancy bun, and she donned elegant elbow-long violet gloves. Impa walked up to her and took off a necklace she was wearing. The nurse maid put the amythest chain around Zelda's neck and smiled. "With an outfit like that, I would've expected purple lipstick!" King Jaraad laughed. Zelda smiled from politeness. Her lips were their natural crimson color. "I've always found purple an attractive color on you," whispered King Harkinian as they stepped outside the castle doors. "Just like your mother." "Yes I know," Zelda said in response. Then quickly she added, "I mean that mother looked good in purple." "You're too modest," the man who'd been married to her mother laughed. "Give yourself a little credit for once." "Okay," Zelda said. She twirled around. "Don't you think I look simply ravishing in purple, father?" she asked. "Riveting," King Harkinian said, laughing again.

"Gooood evening!" a server welcomed warmly. "My name's Apmi, and I will be your server tonight!" Smiling broadly, she led the four of them over to a table. "I'll be right back!" Apmi dropped down some menus, and skipped off.

"Well, she seems nice," said King Harkinian, taking a seat by Marth's dad. "Yeah," Zelda agreed. She inched over slightly, as Marth sat down a liiiitle too close. And yet there had been something familiar about that waitress. Then she noticed that her father was giving her the evil eye. She stopped moving away from Marth, and smiled her best.

"That was a splendid battle you fought today," Marth complimented. "I was watching you while I was in the hospital."
"Yes, that's what I-I-I'll be right back!" Zelda jumped out of her chair and into the bathroom. Marth found this to be quite odd, as you probably do. She had seen a hand sticking out from behind a cabinet. Then she looked up and saw Apmi motioning to her from the bathroom.
"Quickly Zelda, in here!" the waitress beckoned.
"How did you know my-Impa?!"
'Apmi' tugged off a wig of brown hair. "Yeah, it's me. And don't be so shocked if a waitress knows your name. You're Princess Zelda, remember?"

"Impa, what in Din's name are you doing here?!"
"Well, Summer and I just couldn't resist. We had to find out what you'd be doing tonight. I told-"
"Hold up! You mean Summer is here too?"
"Yeah! She's in the cabinet by the door."
"What, you mean that one with the hand sticking out of it? Was it hers?"
"No," Impa sighed. "It was Meryl's." Zelda raised an eyebrow. "You know, the one I stole this outfit from. I lent her my clothes to wear temporarily, even though she's unconscious. Summer is in there, making sure that none of Meryl's body was seen!" Her nonstrils flared. "Obviously, she's not doing her job. I bet George Bush could do better!"
"Did somebody call me?" said Bush, sticking his head into the door.
Insinctively, Zelda whipped around and struck him across face. He fell to the floor, apparently knocked out. "Oops.well Impa, I'd better be going."
"Oh, and by the way," said Impa. "That was some great outfit you had on earlier. Who designed it?" Zelda laughed, and she smiled.
Summer, who was in the cabinet, spoke into her walkie-talkie. She was speaking with Link, who was positioned in the kitchen. "Meryl's really heavy!" she whispered. "Her arm just slid through this door! Geez, what kind of food do they serve here?"
"Better not said," Link whispered back. He had taken the liberty of stealing Bob's chef attire. Poor Bob had been stored in a broken-down oven. The two of them had to talk in whispers, so as not to arouse any suspicion.

As soon as Zelda told him that she was going to a restaurant with Marth that evening, Link had been determined to know exactly what was going to go on. Impa, or "Apmi," could also communicate using a small walkie-talkie. She said that she had always wanted to do espionage work, but changed her mind and became a nursemaid for a princess instead (must have been a huge dilemma).
Zelda returned to her seat. She smiled at Marth, who was giving her a confused look. "Sorry.about that."
"Well you didn't really miss anything while you were gone," her father said. "We were just talking about your almost murder and everything."
"Well if you don't mind," said Zelda, still smiling. "I'd appreciate it very much if you'd change the subject while I'm here."
"Certainly," King Jaraad offered immediately. "So Zelda, I hear that my son Marth had a battle with the Hero of Time earlier today."
"What, weren't you there to see it?" she asked.
"Nope. I just arrived this afternoon. What was the outcome?"
"Well I hate to say it, but your son lost horribly," Zelda answered. King Harkinian snorted a laugh into his napkin. "Okay, I'm joking."
"You mean he won?" King Jaraad asked, grinning.
"No. Link is very difficult to beat you know," Zelda responded. She sighed absentmindedly, with a huge smile on her face. Her father coughed again, and he was staring at her, trying to get his daughter to come back to her senses. "But all in all, Marth played wonderfully."
"Oh really?" Jaraad asked darkly. "I'll be the judge of that. I asked one of the nurses to tape the battle for me. I'll ask for it once I get back to the castle."
Marth was staring at Impa. "You know, I think that Apmi is a little strange. It's like she doesn't recognize who we are!"
"You're not insulted, are you Marth?" Zelda asked, grinning.
"No, I'm just stating a fact. That's all."
Eventually, they all ordered. And eventually, all their food was brought.
"Goddesses!" King Jaraad exclaimed. "This meat tastes like iron!"
"Iron is good for you!" King Harkinian joked. No one laughed.
"Well I'm going to go complain!" Zelda offered. "A nice restaurant like this has no excuse to make ironic food."
And with that, the princess headed off in direction of the kitchen. At this point, she did not know that Link was in there. All she wanted was an excuse to get away from the table.
As soon as she entered the kitchen, all activity seemed to stop. All heads turned in her direction. This was nothing new to Zelda, but she found it a bit awkward to see all these chef people gawking at her. Eventually, all of them continued working-all except that one guy still staring at her in the far corner.
"Excuse me," she said to one of the cook dudes. "May I please speak to the guy who's in charge?" The chef pointed at who he believed was Bob. "Thanks."
"Zelda!"
"Link?!"
"Sh, back here!" Link quickly grabbed Zelda's arm and pulled her behind a very large oven.
"Link, what're you doing here?" Zelda asked him. Link worriedly tried to figure out if her expression was one of anger or confusion. Then she smiled. "You aren't jealous, are you?"
"No, why in Din's name should I be jealous?"
Zelda smiled him down. "Link, don't worry about it. It's just formal dinner, that's all. Nothing serious." He smiled sheepishly. "Was it your idea?"
"What?"
"To bring Summer and Impa and spy on me."
"Actually, it was Impa's idea."
"What!? Impa?!" Zelda folded her arms. "I don't believe you."
"It's true. She was the only one who knew where you were going."
Zelda sighed. "I guess you're right."
"You know personally, I'm insulted."
"Why? Whaddya mean?"
"You look like you wanted to look your best tonight. Normally you don't really care. And now you have a dinner date with Prince Marth, so you feel you need to dress up and look more beautiful than ever."
Zelda had to laugh at this. "I'm sorry. My dad was really angry at me, and I had to do something to please him."

"What did you do?" Link asked curiously.
"Ha, wouldn't you like to know." Gently, she caressed his cheek, kissing his lips gently. Then suddenly-
"Ack, BOB! YOUR FISH FILET IS BURNING!!"
"Oops, gotta go Princess!" And with that, Link dashed around the oven to save his filet.
Zelda walked out of the kitchen, her confidence restored.

An hour or two later, they had all finished eating.
"Any desert you think?" King Jaraad asked.
"Maybe not here," King Harkinian said, as he added up the prices of all their dinners. "But there's an ice cream shop just around the corner."
"Sounds good to me," Marth decided.
"Me too," Zelda agreed. She nodded at Apmi, who brought over their check

After King Harkinian had paid for everything, the four crowned heads headed for the door. Zelda and Marth were in front, while the two Kings lagged behind them.
"Augh!" Zelda cried, as soon as she stepped outdoors. But Marth was smiling widely.