As the door opens I look round, our little mouse in her new uniform. I give a small nod. She's look better with stockings on her legs, but that can come later.<br/><br/>"Follow me, Ma'amselle DesJardins. Since one of your most public duties will be attending a dinner, we shall evaluate your knowledge of a formal setting." We walk through the house to the dining room, the large ornate table dominating the room, and the I lift a set of silverwear from out of one of the cupboards that line the walls.<br/><br/>Setting it on the top of the cupboard and opening it, I turn back to her. "The master and mistress are entertaining, a close friend who has arrived to stay for a few days. You will set the table for three." The table was easily long enough to accommodate twice that many, or more. "To begin with, a small appetiser of local soup, freshly made. This will be followed by seafood, fresh fish and accompanying greens. After that, a selection of cheeses, and coffee to finish."<br/><br/>I step to the side of the silverware service, folding my hands in front of me. "You may begin."