Fiona deflects the praise for the food to her maidservant Moire (whom Fiona describes as "indispensable" and "very gifted"), while the wine she describes as the local vintage.
[color=blue]"The garden, it is, then," she says, and clears off and warms the bench as she did the evening before. (The spont for warming the bench goes off unless she botches, which she doesn't, with a die roll of 2).
[color=blue]"What do I want?" she asks once they're situated on the bench, her knee touching his. [color=blue]"That's a pretty open question, isn't it? What do I want from life, in general? What do I want from my studies? What do I want from you?"
She thinks for a minute, then leans forward, almost nuzzling him as she replies.[color=blue]"I want to be sure we're both playing the same game, and I want to be sure we both know what the prize is."
((I'm glad it wasn't just me. 
))