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"Oh, my," Adelaide says, in theatrical yet subdued tones, "I was always of the mind that the gentleman always ordered for the lady.  My expectations have neen dashed, Lord De'Sange.  Indeed, broken sour upon the evening." She gives a flashing smile as she lets him peek behind the curtain of her humor. She looks to Imperia, suddenly serious.

"I shall have whatever dish the chef might think best for the occasion, lady Altovadus.  But the occasion is this:"  She holds up a finger. "Bring me the daily bread of whatever the common man or woman might have here, from a village within the reach of the Covenant.  A yeoman's supper.  And tell him to prepare it truly.  If it is plain, then plain I shall have, poor in grain or rich in meat.  Let me drink from the wells that pierce your lands, drink the milk of your cattle.  That is my choice.  And should he need to tap the talents of his scullery maid or the cartwright that brings his flour, then let it be so.  If it is not, then I shall know."

She leans back and looks to Armata with a satisfied smile, settling into her previous grace.