Blair gave his offer a regal nod of her head, accepting such treatment as her due. The Palace might be Chuck's sanctuary and Nate's frequent rest stop, but she certainly felt like she belonged here at the moment. "I can't remember the last time I ate," she said eagerly, reaching for a plate with greedy hands. A lifetime with Eleanor had given her an uneasy relationship with food and she could never enjoy it with abandon, always conscious of the calories and fat content in every bite. But right now Blair was determined to silence those nagging voices in her head, the lingering effects of the alcohol and the heavenly aroma emanating from the cart aided her in that effort. Besides, considering what she and Chuck had just survived surely she at least deserved a carb?
She removed the polished silver dome with a flourish, keen to discover what Chuck had ordered. His taste in food--in most things, aside from female companionship, actually--was always impeccable. He didn't disappoint, she noted happily as she surveyed the meal, closing her eyes to savor the scent.
"I think I gained a pound just smelling this," she enthused, passing a delicate Limoges plate to Chuck before taking one for herself. A Waldorf would never forsake her table manners, not even while wearing a robe. Not even in the midst of an epidemic of unknown proportions. The monsters would have the pry the salad fork out of her cold, dead hand first.
She scooped an uncharacteristically generous portion onto her plate, settling back against the couch with a contended sigh as she placed it gingerly on her lap. "Remind me to include you in all future life and death adventures, Chuck. Your survivalist instinct is superb."
Of course, her accolades should have been in reference to how he got them out of the party. Or away from the monster in the limo. Or managed to single-handedly kill one of the disgusting things in the restaurant. But all Blair felt as she took her first, delicate bite was gratitude for being in her natural state-- clean and pampered and secure once more in the belief that their money would continue to provide all the suitable comforts.