Charlotte watches her eat for a brief moment while shoving food into her mouth as well. It looks almost as if Zaira hasn't eaten for a while. Or that she doesn't get well made meals all that often.

That makes her sad and because she can, she slips out of her chair with a brief murmured "Excuse me." She walks to the door where she knows a servant is waiting. She tells her to go into the kitchen and bring them another course and some dessert as well, another pot of tea and maybe some coffee.

Then she returns to her plate and cleans it up, maybe not with as much enthusiasm as Zaira but just as clean as she made it. Because Charlotte just likes to eat. She has to endure with finger food a lot of times in cocktail parties after cocktail parties or what have you meetings, that a day when she can get a warm meal are not that common.

When they finish, someone comes in and takes the plates, replacing them with a plate of pheasant and steamed vegetables, some sweet potato puree and garlic butter.