Isabela knew that look; she'd seen it before. She was more surprised that he was willing to put up with her lack of manners - he was a cultured sort and she just wasn't. She just smirked at him before trying her veal, raising an eyebrow when it wasn't what she expected. "That's better than most I've had. Then again, most of the veal and mutton I've had has been legs salted ten minutes after killing the calf."