Branch rolled his eyes and tilted his head to the side, looking over at Poppy who was shaking out a few articles of clothing she'd managed to dig out of his bunker. The princess shook her head and wagged her finger at him, folding up a cleaned pair of shorts and stacking them in the dresser with the rest of his retrieved wardrobe. "Don't you look at me like that," she warned. "Just sit there like a good troll."