Lyra's eyes went as wide as saucers as an older boy offered to let her eat from his plate. Cheeks blazing and voice going shrill, she said, "That's not appropriate! Notnotnot! A lady must not eat of another person's plate!" Her stomach growled more persistently than ever. That bacon smelled really, really good - it had been a while since she'd had a proper meal. But she couldn't eat it. Absolutely not!

She looked over the boy and frowned. He looked perfectly ordinary, and was wearing casual clothing, yet he had answered her call for a waiter. That must be what he was - the waiter. That nonsense about this place being self serve couldn't be true. She had been sent her, and a girl of her stature was not to be carrying trays around. It was enough of an affront that she had to carry her teapot!

Pouring herself another cup of grape soda, she said, "Please go get me another of what you have. If you try to deceive me into serving myself again, I will certainly put an a complaint to Miss Dawson. And add a chocolate chip muffin. And a cupcake for dessert." She turned away from the boy and took a sip of her soda. She scowled; it had grown warm. It didn't taste nearly as good when it was warm!