Marion closed the front door once they had all filed in one by one through the doorway. It seemed they almost all had to turn to the side as their doorway was narrow. She made her way to the empty seat beside Duncan and seated herself, smoothing out her dress skirt and folding her hands on her lap properly. The smell of her mother's stew filled her nose and she couldn't help but take a long inhale of breath just to take in the heavenly smell of the food. Her stomach let out a small grumble of complaint that she wasn't eating yet but she knew she would have to wait for prayer, then their guests to eat first out of respect.<br/><br/>She glanced around the table and she noticed that Angus was staring at her older sister, to which Agnes was watching him back through her lashes, at least she seemed to be more stealthy about her flirtatious looks than Angus who seemed to have no shame with his blatant staring. She was caught by surprise when Duncan leaned over and apologized for him and his men's indecency back at the creek. She pressed her lips together before she gave him a small nod, it still surprised her how pleasant he was, for a Highlander, of course. She bestowed him a smile, her cheeks still a bit pink but not nearly as bad as it was previous to his apology.<br/><br/>After a short prayer, Marion allowed her Father to serve her stew as he always did. She watched everyone else dig in before she herself took a bit of her hot stew which seemed to instantly, warm her belly and sate her hunger. She was greatly surprised when her usually reserved mother spoke up, asking what her duties will be once she went to the Highlands with her Husband-to-be. She could tell her father greatly disapproved of her speaking from her own mind.<br/><br/>She listened to Duncan's reply and she could feel her eyes widened, she didn't have too many duties here besides harvesting the crop, taking care of the animals, and of course household duties like cooking and cleaning. She was surprised by how much she was going to have to do when she got to the highlands. It made her nervous, what if she was no good with that sort of thing, would she be sent back to the Lowlands? She fidgeted in her chair, her appetite no longer what it was as it was now sloshing with nervousness. She felt a bit better when he mentioned that they thought highly of their women, but she could see on her father's face that he greatly thought otherwise.<br/><br/>The rest of the meal she forced down, knowing her father would punish her if she wasted her food. She dabbed her mouth with her handkerchief, making sure she had not slopped on herself. She glanced at her father and asked, "May I be excused?" She wanted to go out to the barn and say goodbye to her Brune, her big palomino draft as she was sure they would leave bright and early tomorrow.