"You always expect the worst of me," the Duchess sighed. "I told you I was going to come, did I not?" She smoothed down her skirts and patted her hair. She typically had a servant armed with a looking glass so she could check her reflection at any time, but she had kept things simple for this visit. Her guards waited outside, and the looking glass boy was shopping for a treat for himself.
"I would love a drink." She hoped it wasn't the sort of swill she imagined Oysters lapping up with enthusiasm. Well, she'd suffer through if it was, somehow. It was only one night, one visit. She could drink something more palatable when she arrived at home, or perhaps she'd swing by the casino and check on matters there.