Proper, she thought now. She hated that word, more so because it always seemed to follow her around like a chaperone. Don’t cheer too loud at the melee, princess, it wouldn’t be proper. Don’t eat too much or too fast or too loudly, it’s not proper. Don’t fight with the boys or play Snow Wars or do anything that could possibly be construed as fun, it’s just not proper. “You can take your proper and shove it up your—”
