[ The spoon Paul holds stills as Bastila takes her seat across from him. His eyes raise to hers in the briefest of moments. If one were to blink they would miss the quick notion. He would watch her longer, but he is keenly aware of his mother's gaze on both of them in that moment. One that disproves of the two being any closer than friends for a reason he can only guess.

If only my dreams could explain that. ]

"There's hardly a delay. This is about the time of our normal breakfast." [ Jessica attempts to offer the two a smile, and yet it comes forwards as strained. ] "Yes, very special."

Military?

"Ceremonial. You both need to be dressed before the Emperor's Herald arrives."

[ Paul once more allows his gaze to move to Bastila, this time uncaring if his mother sees. ] Why do we need all this if it's already been decided?

"Ceremony." [ Jessica responds once more. She then slides a glass of water towards Bastila and rests her hands beside her own breakfast. ] "It will be overseen by the Spacing Guild and quite possibly the Truthsayer of the Emperor herself. All the ranking members of our house will be present as well."

[ He raises a spoonful of breakfast to his mouth as he watches Bastila's reaction to the instructions. A sense of losing time suddenly strikes him. Almost as if he does not act on something soon? The chance will be gone forever. His grip tightens on the spoon. ]

You'll be coming with us, won't you, Basi? On Arrakis.

[ Jessica fixes Paul a look once more for using the childish nickname. While usually obedient? The name seems to be one thing that Paul refuses to let go despite how the two have grown into young adults. Her eyes close and a low breath of exacerbation leaves her. Then, she looks to Bastilla for the young woman to answer for herself. ]