For an informal and disinterested in court affairs nobleman, Dietrich retained the nitpicky nature of a high born brat when came to food, he had a special selections of what he would taste and what he wouldn’t even look. He ate in small pieces, taking longer to finish. While his parents never taught him ethics, they invested time in educating him in table manners.
“I told you, didn’t I? It tastes much better without foreign substances ruining the natural flavor,” he pointed out, pausing between meals to take a sip at his glass of water.
When he finished eating, Dietrich wiped his mouth with a napkin and placed the knife and fork neatly on the table. He wasn’t mild-mannered, he was European. “Mmmmm? I’d like the fruit plate alone. Thank you.”