As an upstanding student of the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning Sister School, it was important to help out where ever it was needed. Xavier, being the type to take those duties very seriously, was currently helping out in the garden. 

It was Sunday, and it was sunny for the first time in a while. Moving the new flowers into the front of the hedges was actually a lot of work, so naturally, he had his shirt off. It was a little chilly, but he found himself overheating if he kept the darn thing on. It was all of the movement. He finished digging a hole, and stood tall, looking out onto the lawn as he rubbed some sweat from his brow, leaving a little mark on his forehead. Somehow, it still looked adorable, it was like a neat little smudge, if that existed. 

He looked around for the gardener... Huh, where had they gone? Maybe taking a break? Oh well, he only had four more to plant, so it wasn't like he was lost. He pulled the small flower from its pot and got to working it neatly into the hole.

Did he hear someone walking up? "Hey, could you grab the hand shovel? I need to adjust this one a little bit." He stated plainly, clearly the grounds keeper was back from their break.

For someone who'd grow up in a palace, Amethyst was not used to being in small, enclosed spaces for long periods of time. It was herd to explain this to people. The palaces of Atlantis were spacious, grand buildings, with porticoes and gardens and courtyards and orchards. She missed the freedom of royalty to bask in beautiful places and not be constrained to one small dorm room. She really missed it.

Today was finally sunny enough for her to venture outside, hoping to avoid most of the student body as she strolled in the garden. There was not much to look at yet, but at least it was kind of green and open. Amethyst was wearing a flowing, light blue dress with a darker turquoise shawl around her shoulders, her jewelry all silver and matching stones. She walked past bushes and flower beds without paying much attention. Servants working in the gardens were not an unusual sight for her.

>> "Hey, could you grab the hand shovel? I need to adjust this one a little bit."

Amethyst paused, turning her head to look at the person who'd addressed her. She pouted.

"No. I am most certainly not grabbing you a shovel."

He was rebuked for asking for a shovel, in a voice that didn't sound a thing like the groundskeeper. He blinked a few times, and then stood, turning to look at the source of the slightly haughty voice.

He was greeted with a level of grandeur that he simply didn't see every day. There was a young woman, maybe his age, dressed in a flowey dress and shawl adorned with matching jewelry. There was no denying that she was beautiful, even standing there pouting at him. She looked like some sort of movie star on a red carpet. And there was he, wearing dirty pants, boots, and work gloves. He stood a full foot taller than her, and his look of slight confusion would clash greatly with her pout.

She was dressed like a princess and he'd just asked her to help him with manual labor.

"Oh, uh, sorry. I thought you were the gardener. I mean, I didn't look, obviously, you aren't a gardener. N-not that you couldn't garden, you're just all prettied up, so... your dress would get dirty." he paused for a second, looking over to his discarded shirt on the ground. It was behind her. Awesome. He was babbling, and half naked in a setting that suddenly felt like it was a little inappropriate. Oh well! She was a new person, and that meant a potential new friend! "I haven't seen you around before... I'm Xavier!" He pulled off a dirty work glove, and held out his hand for a shake.

Amethyst was slowly becoming accustomed to people getting flustered around her. Americans had a weird relationship with royalty, she learned. Back home, gorgons knew to get out of her way, and servants knew to bow. Here, people just got really awkward. Or creepy.

>>"Oh, uh, sorry. I thought you were the gardener. I mean, I didn't look, obviously, you aren't a gardener. N-not that you couldn't garden, you're just all prettied up, so... your dress would get dirty."

She stared at him, looking him up and down. He was about the same age as her, but a lot taller, and not exactly hard to look at. Too bad he was behaving like a child.

>>"I haven't seen you around before... I'm Xavier!"

He offered a hand, and had the decency to take off the glove. She still considered the hand for a moment, before she gingerly shook it, with as little actual contact as possible. "Princess Amethyst. From Atlantis."

Woah, what a dainty hand shake. The fact that she was a princess sort of explained that, though. Wait, she was a princess? HOLY GOSH SHE WAS A PRINCESS!

"Oh, wow!"

He sort of froze for a second. That was a lot to drop on someone. Hi, I'm royalty. "You're a princess? What's that like?"

He paused and looked around for a second. There was no security escort? Nothing like that? Just... out for a stroll. A princess. "Wait, what are you doing out here alone? Shouldn't someone be guarding you or something?" He looked almost like he didn't know what to do with himself, a bit. Should he... go back to work? Leaving her unattended seemed somewhat irresponsible. Maybe being a princess wasn't a big deal in Atlantis? 

The tall blonde looked back at the plants, and then over to her once more, taking off his other glove and tossing them to the ground together. He then realized he was shirtless. Shirtless, with an unattended princess. Oh god. Would it be some sort of terrible scandal if someone took a picture of this?!

His eyes darted about looking for his discarded shirt in a quiet panic. Oh, there it was, on the bottom of the dirt pile. @#$^. "A-anyway, what, uh, brings you out to the garden?" He did the only thing he could think to do. He pretended he wasn't shirtless. Because he would die if he thought about it any more.

Amethyst had been expecting the awkward reaction to follow. The young man seemed genuinely surprised. His eyes widened, and Amethyst linked her hands behind her back, wiping her palm on her dress.

>>"Oh, wow! You're a princess? What's that like?"

She arched an eyebrow. That... was not a very clever question. What was it like to be any person?...

>>"Wait, what are you doing out here alone? Shouldn't someone be guarding you or something?"

Someone should be. Amethyst agreed wholeheartedly with that. If she had her guards and her handmaids, she would not have to awkwardly introduce her own self to half-naked gardeners.

"Someone is. Technically... you are. The people of this school, I mean. I'm here on a diplomatic visit. Let's say... as an exchange student?" she was learning that term made sense to people. Even if there was no exchange at all.

The young man seemed squirrely, looking around, throwing his gloves down, and then looking like he was searching for something. Amethyst was at a loss. Was he looking for her guards?

>>"A-anyway, what, uh, brings you out to the garden?"

"Boredom." she deadpanned "Are you the gardener?"