There was a faint amusement to be found as HonorÃ¨ snapped off the leg of the pheasant delicately, placing the tiny drumstick within her lips and tearing off the meat with small, pearl like teeth. After all, forks were not in common usage other than as serving utensils. "A very nice delicate flavor.", she commented as her lashes lifted from her cheeks; they had lowered to help her focus on the flavor. "It matches the vegetables nicely." HonorÃ¨ was very much a sensualist, but most people wouldn't realize what that really meant. Every sensation was important.<br/><br/>It was time. Dipping her fingers into the bowl for that purpose, she then touched the napkin in her lap to clean then. Then reaching for her glass, she took the honor into her own hand, and lifted it for a toast as she stood. "Your highnesses, my lords and ladies." Bowing to each of the royal persons in the room as she spoke, making eye contact if they would and waiting for everyone to acknowledge her stance. "We stand on a great precipice. Within our reach is the singular honor of attempting to find peace for not one, but two" her next word was stressed so that each one would realize she was doing both countries honor. "great countries. It is often said that history only remembers the winners, but if we learn from that history and move forward, to greater things, the history will be but a footnote to the achievements that may be accomplished. Those achievements are brighter than any shadow that loss may bare. " Her phrasing was very careful, but a smart observer would note the nuances. After all, one side had lost in the previous war, and one side had won. She was glossing over the bitterness that came from that, and instead reminding them that while the past could not be changed, the future could be.<br/><br/>"To the future..." And with a nod of her head at Prince Gavin, she toasted, and sipped her wine before sitting down. After all, it was not a proper dinner till at least once toast had been performed.