Arthur was pleased to find that she dropped the request. He was used to getting his way, and he did not want to negotiate, especially not with a young lady. He sat back a little and observed her while she wrote in her agenda. Quite a fierce little thing she had to be, to make her own way in the world and do business with families of higher rank than her own. He's do wisely not to let his eldest daughter encounter Miss Rosewine, lest he'd encourage her unwomanly spirit. But having no interest in preserving Miss Rosewine's own decency and good reputation, Arthur was quite entertained by what he observed. There was a reason he'd offered to show her the kitchen himself.

He stopped staring when she looked back up, and looked around for a moment, as if he was thinking, before turning back to her. "Yes, make that ten. I mean to impress them, but it mustn't appear like vanity or showiness either. The key must lie in the quality. No fish, my wife is allergic." Was she really? It was a very inconvenient allergy in a seaside town. His wife had a lot of inconvenient allergies and dislikes. "Other than that, no limits, but it must be something exotic or unique, something they haven't seen or tasted before."