Indeed, it wasn't Max's fault that he didn't know the briefing started an hour before the promised time. It was his contact's fault, meaning Princess Peach's.
Both of them nodded and pinned the blame on Princess Peach.
The roleplayer looked shocked and took a step back, but she managed to maintain her persona without breaking it.
"F-Fine, that was my fault." Princess Peach said while pointing her finger at them. "But that's not important! I am never wrong. We just have miscommunication. So, forget about it, and let's go to the shooting Lobby. Yes, we don't want to be late."
The one who was responsible for communicating threw away the responsibility and the blame with roleplay.
"You're right." Max agreed with her. He didn't want to hold the schedule any longer. "Let's head to the shooting location."
"Umu, look at your message. I will send them now."