After finding you and convincing you to come with him, Naveen slowly led you up the levels of the ship, eventually reaching the roof on the very top. He held your hand as you stepped up, guiding you gently.

"Where are you taking me?" You asked.

Naveen responded, "I just wanted to show you a little something to celebrate our last night together as frogs." Your eyes settled upon the surprise, and you gasped. Naveen had turned a couple of cups over to make a table and chairs, along with a candle that washed the scene in a warm glow.

"Oh," you sighed, holding your hands to your heart. "In all my years, no one's ever done anything like this for me." You looked at Naveen, which made you giggle, because an oversized moth had conveniently landed on him, giving him a faux bowtie.

"It is too much, is it not? Thank you, Beaux," he said, waving the moth away. You giggled as he placed his hand on the small of your back, guiding you towards the table. "Pretend you did not see that. Please, please, sit down." He quickly moved to push your chair in for you before setting a cloche down on the table.

"What's this?"

"Ta-da!" He smirked, revealing a plethora of fruits and vegetables chopped quite finely.

"You minced," you said earnestly.

Quite proud of himself, he responded, "I did!" His eyes became slightly hooded as he sat across from you. "You have had quite an influence on me, which is amazing because I have dated thousands of women and-" he noticed you were not enthused by that statement and quickly reworded it; "No! Like 2, 3- just other women. And anyway, listen." He reached down below the table for the ring, but was struggling, feeling around blindly as he spoke. You became confused at his strange behavior. "You could not be more different, you know? You are practically one of the guys."

You sat up straight, offended.

Naveen attempted to recover once more, this time a little desperate to get it right. "No, no, no. You are not a guy. Let me begin again." He leaned forward, putting his weight on the table, however the table was not balanced well and tipped over. Naveen fell on the floor, and the plate of minced food followed shortly after. He chuckled awkwardly. "I'm not myself tonight."

Naveen noticed that the walnut shell had fallen out of his grasp when he slipped, and was now sitting at your feet. Instinctually, he shouted, "Y/n!" and swiped the shell up. "Sorry," he said, "that was loud."

You giggled at the garnish that had landed atop his head, and he defeatedly leaned against the table. "This is a disaster."

"No. It's cute," you said, picking the garnish off him.

He chuckled, glad you weren't bothered by his antics. Sliding to a kneel, Naveen began, "Y/n, I-"

"There it is!"

You ran to sit on the side of the boat, admiring the skyline at the edge of the water. Naveen moved to sit beside you, walnut in hand. "Your restaurant?" He asked.

"Tiana's," you corrected. "But can't you just picture it? All lit up like the Fourth of July."

"Yes. Jazz pouring out of every window!"

"It should be elegant."

"But you got to keep it loose though," Naveen said, scooching in and placing his arm on your shoulder. "Got to let it swing."

"You know a good ukulele player?" You ask.

Astonished, the prince replies, "Really? You'd let me perform?"

"I'll talk to the bandmaster," you said, pretending to turn for a moment and talk to someone. "She says yes!" A laugh echoed from Naveen as he slapped his knee. "Folks are going to be coming together from all walks of life just to get a taste of our food," you sighed, leaning against his chest.

His face dropped in surprise. "Our food?" He glanced over to the walnut shell beside him, and opened it to get another look at the ring.

"Huh? Oh, no. My daddy. Sorry- Tia's daddy." You stuttered. "He always wanted to open this restaurant, but he died before he could see it happen." You took his hand in yours, and placed your other one on top. "But tomorrow, with your help, his dream is finally coming true."

"Tomorrow?"

"If we don't deliver the money first thing tomorrow, we lose this place forever."

Naveen sighed, shoulders heavy with the burden of this choice. "Y/n, I love..." he trailed off.

You began to smile, hopeful.

He shut the walnut case, pushing away his dream. "...the way you light up when you talk about your dream. A dream that- it is so beautiful, I-" he took your hand in his again, "I promise that I will do whatever it takes to make it come true."

The both of you broke eye contact as your heard the steamboat's horn. In the distance, the captain called, "Port of New Orleans, all ashore!"

"I'll go round up the boys."

You reached after his silhouette as it slowly dissipated. Sighing, you pressed your hands to your face.

"Evangeline, I've always been so sure about what I wanted, but now I-" you paused. "What do I do? Please tell me."

The star sat, silent as ever, winking down at you.

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Unbeknownst to you, Naveen was just around the corner. He never did make it to the boys. Instead, he was struggling in the grasp of a shadow demon. Kicking and flailing was no use, as the thing quickly snatched him up and drug him away and into the night.