Yes, gentlemen. Of course the dinner will all be home cooked. Indeed, I know our hostess has spent most of the day preparing our repast. And here is the lady herself, ready to welcome us all to the table. What's that, Joseph? No, that's correct, there are only the six chairs. Our hostess will of course be eating at the foot of the table from her dog bowl. She is a slavegirl, after all, even if she is a high society one. Can't wait to see this in the pages of Charps, can you, Rafe? Oh, I think she might be marginally appalled by that. Don't worry, dear, it will all be very tasteful!