Nameless almost felt under-dressed, wearing a simple white linen tunic and beige trousers, and the worn heavy boots he had been wearing on the trip. "Huh, and here I was worried I wouldn't fit in."<br/><br/>Flitz was sitting on his shoulder, no longer looking half drowned, posed like a statue. He held chairs and waited for the ladies to chose their seats first, he did know a thing or two about manners, he just avoided them like the plague if possible. Taking his seat last, being the lowest ranked male in the room other than the servants, he did take a second to be confused about where he ended up sitting, before shrugging it off. "Considering we have been subsisting off rations augmented by whatever we could catch or find, I am certain it will be the meal of the week."