She gave him a glance, her expression neutrally inscrutable. "You don't, no. I take all my meals here, when I'm not out attending other business."<br/><br/>The cake tier received only the barest of glances as it was placed upon the table. "Thank you, Zab," she said quietly. She'd always believed that the better you treated your staff, the more you would get for your efforts. As yet, she had only once encountered any underling who had failed to do so.<br/><br/>She had forgotten about the cake. When Kasey had told her that they would be going out, she had arranged with the pair of skinks to have the cake brought out upon their return to the house. She could only assume that when it had been changed to a dinner in, they had sensibly adjusted the plan to serve it as their dessert.<br/><br/>She felt a brief flash of anger at the sight, but she had been fighting for her husband's attention for a full year, as of this day, and with the acquisition of the comely little slave he'd picked up, she just didn't have the energy to bother keeping it up. She wouldn't be the first wife in her circle to be replaced with a mistress or slave. Although the other husbands had had the decency to wait longer than a year, and had not acquired said replacements on important dates, but what was done was done.<br/><br/>Of course, it was going to fall to her to see to the Catkin's place. The room that would be hers, her clothing (at least that which she would be wearing while her services were not being engaged), her meals. All in all, she'd gained another column in her duty ledger. She set her fork down, letting Zib know that she was done with the primary course. She had no interest in eating cake, and had barely tasted most of dinner, but there were formalities to be observed and she was<em>damned</em>if she was going to be anything other than polite and proper.