A/N Another short chapter cos I'm bored. By the way, I only write fanfics when I'm bored.

Disclaimer: I do not own either the Princess Diaries or Nicola and the Viscount.

As they entered (Mia and Josh) the front door, a lovely feast awaited them, with Queen Richter and her husband politely inviting Mia to many a dish. Mia, as social rules and regulations dictated, had to stay after dinner and participate in conversation with her host. She would have gladly participated in conversation with Josh, but his father decided otherwise.

Princess Mia, do come take a look at this at once! He said in excitement, unintentionally sounding bossy. Mia hurried to do as he asked, for she could not keep the king -especially of a possible big country- waiting. (What were they the rulers of, anyway? -Mia resolved to find out.)

In the meanwhile, Josh's father was eagerly showing her pictures of ...tracks? And those carts! ...But the tracks looped in on themselves, and twisted in a eerie, snakelike manner. Whatever was that picture of? A roller coaster! he'd told her triumphantly. A.... roller coaster? Mia repeated.

That's it! People could sit in them and travel at a really fast speed! Imagine the excitement and giddy laughter they'll be experiencing! Mia was puzzled. Who's she asked. Josh's father -hopefully her future father, too- looked at her strangely.

Why, the tourists, of course! All this would naturally attract teenagers and people who want a -thrilling experience, and they'll naturally have to pay for their rides. It's going to cost a fortune to build and maintain, so a small sum of many won't be too big a deal for these ever-increasing in wealth teenagers, anyway. His eyes glazed over, and a look of greed overtook his face.

Disgusted that a man (albeit a King) could love money so much, she decided that she'd spent, no, wasted enough time with a fair share of polite socialising. Taking her leave, Mia headed for an early bed.

A/N I have just realised that this practically does not relate to the Princess Diaries...oops! I'm sleepy, and I can't think of what to write, but please try to refrain yourself from the out of character comments. See? I'm psychic. I haven't even posted this chapter and already I know I'm going to have comments on the characters, and possibly a couple of flamers. Oh, well.

If I actually have any loyal readers who like this story, (Yeah, right) thanks for being there in my imagination. Whether or not I get any nice comments, I can still pretend.