As he contemplates the breakfast, the princess, and his fellow nobles, Danil wonders vaugely what he's supposed to be doing here. His mind correlates hints and hopes, producing vast chimeras of thought that he knows probably aren't true. His mind snags on the odd remarks of the noble. Perhaps the princess's rule is not as stable as it appears?

Stop! You can worry about that later, right now try not to make a doofus of yourself. You've got to find out what happens next!

He refocuses on the dialog around him, listening for any clue as to the rest of the day's plans.