[Even in the context of this conversation, both mundane enough to feel familiar to Marco and personal enough to feel ever so slightly awkward, the revelation that he's been talking to royalty makes his train of thought get lost for a moment. Not even just royalty, but an actual queen. A queen running a small shop. A CEO working as a coder and secretary in a small workshop. Familiarity, sympathy, a dash of wait-no-I-have-no-idea-what-that's-like--
It's this short derail that likely makes him blurt out, before anything else:] Oh, I'm-- I'm sorry. I didn't know.
[But then the rest of his brain starts catching up, and he furrows his brow.]
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It's this short derail that likely makes him blurt out, before anything else:] Oh, I'm-- I'm sorry. I didn't know.
[But then the rest of his brain starts catching up, and he furrows his brow.]
... This isn't Arendelle, though. Right?