Scene Two: King's Castle, dinnertime

King Boris: (to Prince Charlie) And how are your studies going?

Prince Charlie: Fine, but that's a boring topic. Let's change the subject.

Boris: (thinks for a minute) Met any hot women lately?

Charlie: Speaking of changing the subject...

Boris: No, we're staying on this one. You are nineteen years old, and you are supposed to be married!

Charlie: Until I meet a woman who's beautiful, charming, and intelligent, I declare myself an old bachelor!

Boris: Well, there's only one way for you to find the perfect one. We're having a ball!

Charlie: (groans) Father, in case you haven't noticed, balls are SO hundreds of years ago.

Boris: All right, then. We'll try something from this century. (thinks for a moment) That's it! We're having a sleepover!

Charlie: (goggles at Boris in disgust) We're WHAT?

Boris: (gets up and paces around) It's perfect! You'll tell if she's beautiful if she can look good in pajamas with messed-up hair. She can display her charm in a pillow fight. And if she can think up good questions and dares for Truth or Dare, she's obviously intelligent! I'd like to see you come up with an argument for THAT!

Charlie: But--

Boris: I said I'd like to see you come up with an argument, not hear you.

Charlie: How--

Boris: No, no. No arguments. We're having a sleepover, and that's final! (walks out of room)

Charlie: (sits, stunned, for a minute) I just wanted to know how someone can display her charm in a pillow fight...