"Thank you," she said as her cheeks reddened slightly more for a moment. Even the normally scowling butler had a bit of a smile on his face at her transformation. The footman too, seemed slackjawed. From somewhere came a whisper, "Oi, lookit her, she's a right beauty ain't she, Freddie?" and then another, "Blimey." Genuine laughter came forth, hers... It was the laughter of delight, for she had never earned such whispers before and she turned to gaze at each man and say, "I have Madeline to thank for those whispers, thank you." The men all sucked in their guts. Amelia could not help herself, she gave another peal of laugher that seemed to charm the pants off of all of these servants, figuratively, of course. And then she turned her eyes toward Nate and she moved forward, "I've dinner prepared for the two of us... They insisted it should be fancy."

And then she moved to his side and her arm looped through his. It was a bold move, but the way she dressed gave her such confidence that she wanted to show it. Assuming he came willingly, she began to move into the informal dining room. It was more of a nook and it was fairly new compared to the rest of the house, perhaps, but probably the most elegantly appointed table set for two. Candles stood tall in a candelabra in the center of the table, and it was decorated simply with some hot house roses in a magenta color, rather than red. The plates were the finest bone China, surprisingly pretty for the gauche woman who owned the house prior. They were neither feminine, nor masculine, but rather, white with real gold rims. The table cloth was a soft taupe, perhaps, neutral instead of the frosty white enamel over the porcelain. It was simple but beautiful, yet not enough to detract from Amelia. It seemed the servants were trying to facilitate things.