One of the trio of kitchen staff was conspicuously absent, and so the other two were considerably more docile that morning. They had already prepared a spread of food, with enough of everything that Quentin could eat enough of just one thing to be satisfied, and yet leaving him plenty of choice; from pan fried meat, to fruit, to toast and various toppings. Regardless they nodded, eyed the girl and offered their first attempt at mocking her by saying:<br/>"Whatchya fancy, something slimming, I hope?" There was a vague, derisive laugh from the other, apparently ignoring that she wasn't particularly in need of it at all. Still, they speedily assembled extra food for her with the minimum of banter, added it to the tray and sent her on her way with just a few parting glances at her backside.<br/><br/>By the time she returned Quentin was sitting up in bed, pillows arrayed behind him and the sheets pooled around his lap. He had a newspaper spread open to one side, claiming in bold letters that they had created a sort of steam powered train that did not run on tracks. It was interesting, but purely from a scientific view as far as Quentin was concerned. He shut the paper once she entered.<br/><br/>His eyes swivelled across to Zoey and he smiled, even shifting toward one side of the bed to give her, and the tray, space. He watched her approach, but when she put it down it was that which stole his attention and he was soon helping himself to the food, apparently content to feed himself that morning. After a few mouthfuls he motioned toward the girl and invited her to indulge, too, while he mentioned something about her needing to regain her strength.<br/><br/>Once his eating had slowed - the first bit got demolished, but then he seemed happy to pick his way through the rest - he bought last night's topic up. "I have concluded that there's just one thing left before I wrap a collar around your neck. I want to invite your old friends around, and let them see the new you... If you will disgrace the old, noble you in front of them then I have no qualms about collaring you and directing my training to improve your ability, instead of your willingness. Who would you name?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>