Unnecessary amounts of food were set out on the table. Carmen found herself standing on a tight fence between desperation and disgust at the sight of it. But… she wasn’t one to waste food, so she sat, allowing herself a hefty serving.

Hull was sitting across the table from her, and Fausta was on the end of the table, to her right. Hull had a mouth full of food, chewing slowly, staring right through the mahogany table in a daze. Fausta was taking more proper bites, her posture extremely straight— did it count as good posture if a corset was forcing the person into that position against their will?

“Ah, come sit, sit dear! Help yourself.” Fausta waved to the trays, “You must fuel up nicely, we will be very busy for the next couple of days. Teehee! Get it, fuel up?” The grown woman had quite the childish giggle.