
These two are ALWAYS huggy at sporting events and obviously it makes me want to barf (read: I love it so much). So snuggly and handsy. I hope they do exactly this the next time they're all out on the Buckingham Palace balcony. JUST GIVE INTO THE LOVE, YOU TWO. CANOODLE ATOP THE VERY SYMBOL OF THE MONARCHY. Do it for crown and country!

WILLS: Kate, you are a precious treasure to me. I want to hold you close forever. My love for you is like a river. It has no beginning, and no end. It flows as the --
KATE: Mmm-hmm, yes, me too, love you so much, but also look up, Babykins, because it seems like the security detail in front of us is currently raising the roof. Wills. William. William, look at him. Wills, you're missing it.

"Oooooh, don't pout, you big baby. I love you, too!!"

This was the start of the match -- I assume they're either singing the Welsh national anthem or God Save Gran. For your information: Harry is honorary president of the World Cup and the vice-patron of the England team, and ergo is cheering for them, whilst Wills is V-P for Wales. (Apparently, Wales came from behind with something like four minutes to go to beat England, so I hope SOMEONE took Red Beard under her comforting bosom in this time of his loss and assuaged his pain.) I believe Kate is rooting for Wales because she put five hundred pounds on them to win the last time she was out shopping and if it doesn't come through, Wills is going to be super peeved.

This is the freeze-frame they're going to use for the closing credits of their TV show, as they all burst into gales of laughter after having successfully thwarted yet another evil mastermind who thought he could ruin the Rugby World Cup by unleashing a horde of Dementors. Wait. That's something else.

For a long moment, I thought Harry had tucked a hand towel into the waistband of his jeans. (It's really the long-sleeved tee he's got tied around his waist.) Whatever he's done, Kate finds it DELIGHTFUL and William is mildly disgusted.

BEHOLD THE PANTS! They feel very much From The Closet of Queen Letizia (or perhaps Emma Stone). Send her some shoes, too, Letizia! I enjoy a Sassy Trouser.

HARRY: WHAT THE F$%%^&K JUST HAPPENED! WHY? WHY DOES NOTHING GOOD EVER HAPPEN TO ME? CAN'T I HAVE NICE THINGS? WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT THERE, YOU FOOLS?!?!?! I hate everyone. Why did I even come back?
WILLS: ...I am not entirely sure how to respond to this.
KATE: Ooooh, the ride home is going to be so awkward. And yet I find myself entertained. Is that terrible?

HOW DID THIS GET IN HERE?
