Fandom: Voltage Inc. "Be My Princess 2″

Pairing: Maximillion Levaincois x MC

Warning: Fluff and silliness

"Great minds think alike," as the age old saying goes. At this moment, it was just that. A saying. How could he possibly not like it? It was a perfectly good selection and much appreciated by the refined after all! The moments ticked by in silence as she glared at the handsome prince that sat across the table from her at this moment. His platinum hair glistened in the sunlight like silk, his skin a worthy advisory of the finest velvet and porcelain. He had the height and physique of a model. An Adonis without a doubt, until she had found this…one flaw.

Maximillion Levaincois did not like pistachio ice cream!

How this all began? Well it was simple and not too long ago. They had settled down together for some tea to try out the new mini cakes she had made. She was inspired by the happy little nuts and decided to experiment with it in various ways. The perfect tea was brought to accompany the selection as they sat on the luxurious couches in the room.

It started out like any other afternoon tea, small talk about his take on movies and such before they got on to her baking adventures of the day. They had just finished a rousing debate over some film, he was telling her of all the technical things that he found either excellent or terrible before they delved in to the actual plot of it all. The passion he had for film was one of the many things that attracted her to him. Though, he did come off as a weirdo when they first met. He looked like a homeless man at one point! To find out he was a prince was definitely an unexpected turn of events for her. None the less, the topic had changed to the sweets set for them today. That was where it all went sour.

She had gushed about her delight in the best pistachio ice cream she had once as a child and it influenced her baking to make something similar in nostalgia. She had noted the small furrow in his brow that steadily grew and how his gentle lavender eyes clouded over. At first she was concerned, he had simply taken a bite of the cake.

Is it not fully baked? NO, I checked myself. Is it too sweet? I know it isn't over baked…I didn't forget the baking soda in the recipe and I know I didn't get any eggshells in the batter. Did I use salt instead of sugar? She internally panicked, knowing that the two were set next to one another in the kitchen today and she made sure to take note of that. Lost in her own memory lane, had she made that one fatal mistake?

"Do all these have pistachio in them?" He finally spoke up, after what seemed like an eternity.

"Yes, is there a problem? Oh no, are you allergic to them?" She quickly jumped on to her feet to rush to his side but he raised a kind hand to stop her.

"No, no, I'm not allergic."

"Oh, then?" She slowly took her seat once again and tilted her head to one side.

"I," he started and paused for a moment. How was he supposed to put it? "I don't like pistachios. I hate them." He finally said it after a few long minutes of deliberation. "How on Earth could you even think to like ice cream made by such bland things?" His nose wrinkled cutely, but sadly her attention was taken by his words.

"What do you mean how could I? It's delicious! It's not too sweet and very satisfying! It has such a wonderful earthy tone and smooth texture! It's far from bland!" She refuted with a small frown of her own.

"Delicious, earthy? Do you hear yourself? How could dirt taste delicious?" He scoffed in response.

"It's not dirt, it's a nut!"

"That doesn't mean it's impossible to taste like dirt."

And thus the argument had begun, what should have been a simple exchange of preference became a heated battle of offense. It completely blew her mind at this moment! How could he not like it? It was a classic flavor for an adult! It was not like she was boasting chocolate or vanilla, though they were equally good picks on their own for the sweeter needs.

"They even smile at you! How could you not like a nut that smiles at you? What other nut does that?"

"No other nut, that's what it's supposed to be like! Your food shouldn't be smiling at you! That's just creepy!"

Time ticked away as they two went at it, trying to convince the other that their position on it was the right position. The tea was left half drunk and cold, the cakes and cookies left untouched. The perfect picture for a magazine or cookbook if the two paused long enough to notice. They were at a rare odds though, and neither was willing give in until she turned her head away with puffed red cheeks, her arms crossed.

Max sat there with his arms crossed as well, unamused and definitely confused by her. He thought he knew everything about her, and yet here she came with this sudden taste. Not that it mattered, he hardly would give her up due to a difference in taste.

Why is she so angry though? All I said is that I don't like it. He thought to himself as his anger finally dissipated and he realized where this all had gone wrong. She had been so excited to share something she loved with him and even made it in various ways. All he did was shut it down before even trying it. The silence that hung thick between them was broken by his chuckling that grew in to laughter. She turned to glare at him, but it dawned her not too long after what they had just went to blows over and she fell in to fits of laughter as well.

"Its fine, you don't have to eat them if you don't like pistachio." She wiped the tears away, both of them smiling once again.

"No, I want to eat it."

"Oh, why?"

"Because, you made them for me and anything you make for me is delicious…even pistachios." He smiled charmingly at her and took a bite of the cake he had. Her cheeks flushed the lovely rose red that he loved so much which only made the dessert even sweeter.

Maybe pistachio isn't so bad after all...maybe if she feeds me, the ice cream won't be so bad either. That would be a test for another time however.