<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/dwtrI2h.jpg)(http://i.imgur.com/dcFfZeH.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Estella and Etienne LeCroix<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Novice Adventurers<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Any<br/><br/>Estella and Etienne LeCroix were sitting across from one another at lunch.  The round maple table between them was adorned with a bronze candelabra with three burning candles, one roasted pheasant, a large bowl of mutton soup, another large bowl of mashed carrots, and a plate of sweetened squash. The plates were made of porcelain, and the service was made of steel.<br/><br/>Estella, garbed in her elegant ivory uniform, sat impassively in her seat.  With her legs crossed, one heeled foot pumped impatiently as she surveyed her dashing brother.  Etienne eagerly digged into his meal, and gingerly complimented everything.<br/><br/>"My dear Estella," he began,  "this pheasant is marvelous!  I have never met its equal.  I shall be very glad to tell the chef that her cooking is quite remarkable."  He merrily chomped away at a wing.<br/><br/>Estella rolled her eyes and picked at her food with her fork.<br/><br/>"... Ah!  And this squash!"  Etienne gladly scooped a large serving.  It splatted loudly against his plate.   "Its consistency is quite entertaining for one's palate.  It's both dry and wet.  It sits heavy in one's stomach, does it not?  Like sweetened clay."<br/><br/>Estella placed her fork down.<br/><br/>"Etienne, darling?" Estella said softly.<br/><br/>"Yes?" Etienne inquired.<br/><br/>"... Shut up," Estella said, glowering.   "I know what you are doing.  You are trying to make this place seem quaint.  Well, this place is not quaint.  The food is not good.  The accommodations are not stellar.  The people are not charming!  They are far from charming, Etienne!  They are uncouth barbarians!"<br/><br/>Etienne appeared confused.<br/><br/>"I am surprised to hear you say this," Etienne said cheerfully.   "I thought you loved the place."<br/><br/>"Oh, pray tell, what gave you that impression!?"<br/><br/>Etienne shrugged, reclined back, placed his hands behind his head, and stared at his sister with what appeared to be adoration.   "When I came here, you said you wanted to come.  I told you that it'd be rough going, and you said that you didn't care.  You said that you wanted to be with me.  I took you at your word."<br/><br/>"Yes, but when you said that you were going on a grand adventure, I imagined that it would involve less tents," Estella muttered as she furiously cut into her piece of pheasant.   "Less mud, too.  If only you had been more specific, darling!"<br/>