Kate took Jasper aside, "Have you been allowed to eat in an inn, before now?"<br/><br/>Kate hated class different and preferred The Boar Tusk. This was the heart of the town, news, tales, coming and going of local folk and out of town folk mingled. Jasper, she was afraid would feel out of place. The upper class folk flaunt their slaves, pets, and familiars in regalia at the posh in The Coach and Six.<br/><br/>Kate stood on her tip toes, "This is my regular place to eat. No fine dining. The place is clean. Heidi keeps a regular place for me. I hate to ask, what did my aunt teach you about manners. I can move to a table in the kitchen, if you have been forced scraps. I ask, because I would like you to sit across from me. Jasper, I have watch the horrid way slaves are forced to sit at an inn. Most are made to sit on the floor by their master's feet and are given table scraps. Are you nervous? I do not want you to get an upset tummy." Kate lowed her feet and held his gloved hands as she turned to him, "I want this to be a good experience for you. This is not a teaching moment. I just want you to have an enjoyable meal. You need proper food. No more pit fighter muck or  table scraps. Have you been allowed any table food? Jasper, I need to ask. Can you read?"