The blond did not fall beneath Daphne's notice, though she looked like she might have bolted like a scared little rabbit at any point. She was wearing tights under her jeans. This bit of information bothered Daphne, and she had to smile brightly lest her eye start twitching. "Good morning, love. We're on a hunt for breakfast." Perhaps everyone would come out at once, and they could get introductions all out of the way. Daphne would have liked that. She giggled easily at Osten's suggestion of plastic knives and forks. In truth, Daphne could probably count the amount of times she held a plastic knife or fork, but she would not roll her eyes at the idea. "Maybe we won't get silverware at all," she suggested. "We'll eat with our hands. The barbarians in the attic. It has a sort of ring to it, don't you think?"
She wasted no time in pushing open the door marked laundry and linens, and was greeted by the scent of clean linens. There was shelf upon shelf of them, mostly white, with a range of colors and fabrics at the far end. The room reminded her a bit of building sheet and pillow forts with her sister when she was a little girl. Of course, their fort had been more of a princess castle in the long run, complete with drawbridge and the severed heads of old dolls hanging around it to discourage unruliness among the peasants. She and Tori had favored dramatic games. She smiled warmly at the memory, and began looking for the dumbwaiter. It was not difficult to find, and when she pulled open the doors another pleasant surprise awaited them all. Real plates and good silverware, dishes of several kinds of eggs. Plates of bacon, ham, and sausage. Waffles, and a bowl of various fruit. Towers of toast and English muffins. Real butter, three kinds of jam. A pot of tea, a pot of coffee, and a bottle of champagne. Daphne was grinning widely as she retrieved the bottle. "A bit early, but shall we celebrate anyway?" she asked, addressing the room. She saw now that another had joined her, and she nodded her head in his direction. In her head she was checking off countries of origin. Two English, one Australian, an American (the shy girl just had to be American), and a Frenchman. She wondered just how diverse their little group would prove to be.