"Oh!" she covered her nose and mouth with her hand and giggled, then wiped at her nose until the streak went away. "I always do that." She chuckled and then grabbed her fork, looking down at her food with a little bit of a blush. Then after a moment, she began to cut up the chicken breast meat she put on her plate. It looked tender and juicy and the skin was brown and crisp from butter.

"I've been thinking about it, and it just seems so silly for you to call me, 'Miss Carrington.' At least when we're here. Please call me Pearl," she said, looking back up at him. She then put a small bite into her mouth and chewed. When done with that bite, she went on, "May I call you, 'Joe?'"