Tyler had to admit that once he had taken his eyes of the beauties that were before him, the Winterstones had more than demonstrated there ability to present the finest in culinary delights. He mused once again at his delight of being sat close to a veritable gathering of exquisiteness.<br/><br/>Then it was time to eat. Tyler stomach gave a slight rumble as one of the maids, who was called Jessica, or at least that is what Tyler had heard William call her, revealed the food. As she came close, he thanked her quietly as the soup was served. He then looked onto his wine glass. It was full once again. He was always surprised at no matter how much wine he drank his glass was always full. Quite magical he taught. Perhaps he would mention it to one of the more becoming of maids and see if they can throw any light on his enquiry.<br/><br/>Due to his hunger, Tyler did not take long on the soup, delicious as it was. He then proceeded to wash it down with a glass of wine. As he put his glass down he acknowledged Jessica’s departure from the proceedings and looked to the main. That is when he scanned the room once more and began to join in on the many mumbled conversations that were surrounding him. He interjected as appropriate of his station and started up the odd conversation himself when silence fell for a suitable amount of time. He found to his surprise that he was actually enjoying himself. Would he really have to thank his father the next time he saw him for offering him his invitation? Tyler considered.<br/>