theo. (escutcheon) wrote in emillion, |
For now, there was the rest of the ball. “Hearing much talk of the food,” he said, maneuvering the conversation like a clumsy steer. “What think you?” “There is a great deal of variety,” she said, glad to let the topic drop for now. She had a notion that he had read her face correctly -- he so often did -- but was kindly choosing not to press her. In any case, this topic had merit as well; the buffet had truly dazzled -- even at the Duke’s incredibly festive balls, she had never seen anything like this. “I cannot identify more than half the dishes, but everything I have tasted has been delicious.” And the little bit of plum wine she’d accepted earlier in the evening had gone down smoothly and assisted her in relaxing despite being among such elite company. “Would you like to accompany me to the buffet?” she asked. Perhaps he might know what that lovely mushroom mousse had been -- perhaps he might even know how to make it… “Aye,” he said easily, and Theo began to escort his squire over to the buffet for a proper inspection. |