They sat together on an old table, in a house that did not look well kept on tidy for ages. Although the interior was as decrepit as outside, the only things that seemed to have any shine was the table and kitchen. Not even the stove or chimney was well kept, cluttered with odds and ends amongst a few personal belongings scattered about in a manner that was not the most ordinary. Together they sat over at the table meal of roasted rabbit and a cold stew of vegetables that had been made before, and left to settle on the table until the rabbit was ready.

While Zoe showed little manner of decorum devouring her soup and rabbit meat with a spoon or utensil, Anthony had used his own personal utensils set up on the table in a perfect position. His manners reflected a manner of a nobleman, with his napkin and fork and spoon set aside, practically nibbling on his foot to savor each bite. This didn't go unnoticed by Zoe who simply turned an eye at him before stuffing a big helping of meat in on hand while sipping her soup in the out.